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@bexmuses
'Go,' she had told her aunts. 'Go ahead, gather berries without me, I'll be fine. What could happen?'
Now here she was, staring down the one thing her aunts had taught her to avoid more than anything. A stranger. He had wandered right into the cottage, apparently expecting to find the place empty. Briar Rose wondered, for a moment, if her aunts might hear if she called out.
She doubted it. So, instead, she addressed the stranger.
"Hello? Um, you must be lost..."
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Rose all but froze in place, afraid to take another step lest some horrible fate befall her. "Careful? C-careful of what?"
She knew better than to wander this far from the cottage, and yet... She had been so curious, she just couldn't help it. Maybe this was her just rewards for disobeying her aunts.
@bexmuses
Aurora Rosebriar never really understood why she had been sent away years ago. Only that her parents, Stefan and Leah Rosebriar had had an... unpleasant incident. They had decided it would be safer for their only child to spend some time away from London, in the countryside near Berkshire with her aunts.
Her ‘aunts’ of course, weren’t exactly blood relations. Very old and dear friends of her mother’s, rather. But Aurora loved the dears nonetheless. In fact, she rather loved the change of scenery. The countryside proved so much nicer than the city, there was so much greenery, so much space for a young girl to run about in. She had lived very happily in this way for years. At least, until the day she received word from her parents...
“They say, as I am to debut next season, they shall be preparing for my return to London very soon.” Aurora frowned as she recounted the news to her friend. Together, the pair were pulling weeds from a carrot garden. “I don’t know if I want to return to London,” Aurora sighed. “I love it here in Berkshire.”
Her friend made a thoughtful ‘hmm’ sound as he yanked out a weed by its roots. George Geef was a simple young man, originally from the Americas. He had come to England years before, looking to make a life for himself. And he had! Nothing much, really, just a humble farm where he grew vegetables, kept some chickens and a cow. But it was more than enough for him. Like Aurora, he had found happiness here in the countryside.
But unlike George, Aurora came from money. From a fine family in London, with a fine house and servants and all of that. “I’m sure you’ll love London once you get there and get used to it again,” he offered. “You’ll have a nice big house, fancy dresses, you’ll get ta go to them fancy parties...”
“I would rather help you weed your garden,” Aurora mused with a smile. Her aunts never did like it when she went out helping the locals with their work, farming and mending and tending animals and looking after children. But she loved to do it! She loved to keep busy, to enjoy the simple life. Good old George Geef, he had been the one to least treat her like some fragile thing, like some outsider that was too good for their simple company. That was why she liked him best.
“Aw, I appreciate that,” George told her. “But ya can’t spend your whole life weeding gardens and carrying buckets.”
“You seem happy to do so.”
“...Well.” George stopped, brushing the dirt off his hands as he thought. “Well that ain’t all I do. I got my readin’, I got my hobbies. Folks should have lots of things to spend their days on, right? Maybe you could enjoy them parties and fancy dresses and still weed a garden now and then.”
Aurora said nothing, mulling this answer over in her mind. Could he be right? Oh, she hoped so... She hoped she could have it all. The garden, the dresses... Maybe someone nice to share it all with...
🎲 for Rose! ~bexmuses (Phillip)
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Poor dear... She'd never seen Phillip so ill. It wasn't serious, thankfully, but even so, he was so weak and feverish.
Well! She was going to make sure he got the very best care until he was better. It might not have been proper for her to be there in his room, but Rose didn't care. Why shouldn't she tend to her fiance? She smiled, sitting by his bedside. "You just rest, Phillip. I'm going to take care of everything. I made you some soup, and I brought you extra pillows. And Aunt Fauna taught me a song she always said could magically heal any illness." She leaned in with a smile, whispering, "don't tell her I figured out it wasn't really magical when I was seven." She giggled lightly at that and pressed a kiss to his warm forehead.
"I love you, dearest. And I'm right here for you."
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Yes, in the middle of the woods. Where else could have possibly looked so beautiful? In all the world, nothing compared to the woods. Not to Briar Rose. Not to the girl who was raised there in a cozy cottage that still stood as her true home, if only in her dreams.
Phillip drew close, and Rose smiled and leaned into his embrace, clasping her hands around his own. He had almost drawn her out of the dreamy, far-away thoughts that had prompted her to speak in the first place, but then he spoke and her heart skipped a beat.
Would he really? Would he truly give up his title, give up a throne just for her? Rose felt absolutely wicked for it, but somewhere in her heart, at this moment, she was tempted to take him up on that offer. To tell him that they should just find her old cottage and stay there, and live the rest of their lives as simple but happy peasants. For a moment, she got lost in the fantasy she had thought would never be... Her, her love, growing old together in the house where she grew up.
Rose... Aurora bit her lip and kept silent. No... She couldn't really ask for that. She couldn't ask Phillip to give up so much for her. Couldn't ask him to leave his father, or for that matter leave her own parents yet again. It really was just a silly dream, wasn't it...?
With a careful smile, she turned to Phillip and tilted her face up to kiss his cheek. She did so love him. More than she loved even these woods. "I'm sorry. I was only being silly, that's all. Anywhere we live will be home to be, I hope you know that."
👌 arthur for aurora
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"What can I say about Arthur? He's a hero!"
"That doesn't really cover it though, does it? Of course he's a hero, and so are his friends. I really admire them all. But Arthur..." She has to pause and think about her words. "I don't want to say he tries harder... But he does try so very hard to come across as brave and charming. I don't think he realizes he doesn't have to. I like when I see that effort drop a little, when he's off-guard or relaxed, and he's just himself. He's sweet... Maybe someday I can tell him he doesn't have to try so hard. Not with me..."
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Did she like to dance? Aurora laughed lightly. “Only every day!” She smiled at the other. “I used to slip away from my cottage any chance. I could spend all day dancing and singing in the woods...” Not unlike Persephone, she thought now.
“Your family dances as well?” she asked, the idea fascinating to her. “My parents never seem to dance. And I’ve only rarely seen my aunts dance.”
