Far From Home || Lucy + Dot
âDot. Dot, wake up!â
Lucy was kneeling down at the side of Dotâs bed when her older sister finally opened her eyes. It was dark, the only light emitting from the small candle Lucy had managed to find in her cabin.
The party from Catalonia had been scheduled to set off from their port hours earlier, but the weather had not been in their favor. Not wanting to be late for the coronation festivities, theyâd boarded the ship just after sunset and set out after dark with promises from the captain they would arrive in Avenia with plenty of time to spare. Everyone had retired to their cabins and turned in for the evening, but Lucy had forced herself to stay awake. Sheâd spoken to the captain and heâd confirmed exactly what she suspected and when she finally saw a speck of light in the dark, she hurried to her sisterâs side as quietly as possible.Â
âWe have to go up to deck,â she whispered, her eyes brighter than they had been in ages. She pulled Dotâs shawl from the end of her bed, handing it to her sister before grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the door. Once up on deck, Lucy pulled Dot towards the side of the ship, the lights growing in number in the distance.
âThatâs it,â Lucy said quietly, leaning over the railing of the ship slightly, as if that might bring her closer. âThatâs Farnley. The captain said weâd be able to see the lights from the cityâŚâ she looked over to her sister with a sad smile on her face. âWe would have been able to see land if weâd left during the day. Perhaps even CarhallâŚâ
Lucy turned back to the already fading lights as the ship moved quickly away from the tiny island. Lucy wanted to watch it until she couldnât see any of her homeland. This moment was the closest either of them had been to Farnley since they were children.
âDo you think the rumors are true?â Lucyâs voice was barely above a whisper at this point, undoubtedly drowned out by the wind and the crashing of the waves. âDo you really think Alexander and James will be at the palace when we reach Caermara?â
It was nothing new to have her younger sister shaking her awake at a god-forsaken hour of the morning. Yet Dot found herself even more afflicted than usual as she had barely managed to fall asleep not a half hour earlier. (For being the leader of a small island country, sheâd hardly ever gotten the knack for falling asleep on boats. The rocking was supposedly meant to soothe and yet it only ever gave Dot the utter feeling that she was about to be sick.)
âIâm awake, Iâm awake, thereâs no need to shove, Lu.â Dot said with a soft sigh and a gentle smile.
Yet, the insistence of her sister that they must go above deck seemed serious, so she quickly wrapped herself in the shawl and lit an extra candle to carry along with them.
âWhat is it, Lu? Is everything all right?â She asked with a tremor in her voice. If anything were to happen to her sister, to this crew... It would break her inside.
And yet everything seemed at peace when they finally stepped upon the sturdy boards of the deck of the ship. Lucy pulling gently at her hand to bring her port-side and pointing to the lights in the distance.
As the lights became clearer, Dotâs heart felt like it would rend itself in half.
Tears welled in her eyes and breath caught in her throat as memories flashed before her eyes. Remembrances of her father taking her upon his knee and telling her of the great responsibility she had not only to her country and her people, but to her family. To keep her sister safe, to make her parents proud.
A hand clutched tighter at her shawl as she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut from the pain of knowing she perhaps would never see its shores again. Not if all was to go to plan.
She barely heard her sisterâs questions, and took a minute to respond as another flash of pain struck through her chest.
âI cannot say.â Dot finally replied, voice just as quiet as her sisterâs. âWith all my heart, I wish them to be true, of course, but I...â She left out a sigh and took one of Lucyâs hands in her own, squeezing it gently and turning her sister so that they might look each other in the eye. âI would not suggest that you hold out for such hopes. They have been gone for years now, and we have not had a single word.â
Not even from James... Another flash of pain. This would all be too much.
âIf they had written us, if they had given us any knowledge of their safety and well-being, I would say otherwise, yet no such thing has occurred.â Dot reached up and brushed a curl from her sisterâs cheek. âI know that you have many fond memories of our time with Alexander and James, but I do not wish you to be harmed by false hopes. We must... remember what the world has become now. There is such little room for fairy tale endings now. I would not trade you yours for one of my own.â Another sad smile crossed her lips as she squeezed Lucyâs hand and led her gently away from the cool winds of the side of the ship.
âSpeaking of fairy tale endings, have you heard recently from Christopher? Has he said if he would be arriving for the coronation?â Her blue eyes glanced over her sisterâs face. âI hope that you still have trust in me that I have begun devising how we might be able to spirit the two of you away in all the commotion...â












