Letters from the Heart v3.0Beautiful Alone

Letters from the Heart, Act VI

She watched him from the entry way of his tent, trying to gauge if now would be a good time to approach him or not. His hair had grown longer. It was just past his shoulders now. There was a tiredness about his eyes that hadn’t been there before and there were more lines. The tattoo just below his left eye was still visible and seemed to defy the lines and heavy circles under his eyes. Sometimes she would see him sitting by himself and he always looked so sad, as if there was this great weight upon his shoulders.

She absolutely adored his accent. When he spoke he used the long vowels, he rolled his R’s slightly, and his TH’s sounded ever so faintly like D’s. She cleared her throat. “Somewhat,” she answered as she stepped inside and sat on a cushion across from him. She looked about herself and noticed that there were rugs and cushions aplenty in the tent. There was an old mattress in one corner and near the front of the tent was an assortment of weapons with chests neatly stacked. She saw that he was sitting by a coffee table that he was using as a desk and sitting on a well-used cushion.

He also discovered soon after that Celesta was one of the most sought after women in all of Camille. Many gentlemen came to her seeking her attentions. She always turned them away and came to him to talk. He tried to drop subtle hints to let her know how he was beginning to have feelings for her but the words always got caught in his throat. He didn’t want to loose her company. Not if she would turn him away like she had with all of the others.

Celesta entered the main hall attired in a floor length, deep red wool cloak trimmed in white rabbit fur, which lined the entire edging and the hood. She removed it carefully and handed it to one of the doormen to put it away for the evening. Beneath the cloak she wore a gown of deep red that fell to the floor in layers and split into a puddle train at the back. It was an off the shoulder gown and it flowed to short, princess cut cap sleeves, which were embroidered with white poinsettias. The scoop neckline flattered her in a most becoming way and it was also embroidered with white poinsettias. Her hair was up in a mass of organized curls and topped with a delicate, glass tiara.

He was dressed in a white double with gold embroidery running down either side of it and a white belt with a gold buckle about his waist. Over the doublet was a red surcoat trimmed in gold and a white ascot around his throat, a tiny red jewel pinning it in place. Over his shoulders was a white cape and every time he moved one could see that the inside of it had elaborate designs covering it, all in gold. White pants and black boots with gold at the top and a sword at his side completed the ensemble.

Credits