#tree castle

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Goya – Tale comes true

aquarelle, ink on paper – painting, drawing – 19 x 26 cm

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[blogfanreborn777]

Tree Castle by DenaHelmi

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[kellyishikawa]

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[voiceofnature]

Ireland’s largest tree house at Birr Castle

[hushedhands]

Chapter 48, Sneak Peek #2

“Are you on your way out to the King?” America asked, as the kitchen maid curtsied. “Yes, ma’am.” the maid said, softly. She was young, possibly only sixteen. “I haven’t seen you before, have I?” “No, ma’am, I’m new.”  America wasn’t in charge of kitchen hires, that explained the unfamiliar face. “What’s your name?” “Beatrice, ma’am.” the girl kept her eyes averted. “Welcome, Beatrice. It’s very nice to meet you. I’ll push the cart out to my husband, if it’s alright with you.” “Of course ma’am, but are you sure…” Beatrice stopped herself, her large, round eyes falling on America’s large, round stomach. “I can push a cart, I promise.” America winked. “It’s good practice for pushing strollers, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” Beatrice looked relieved at having her fears assuaged. She curtsied and then turned back in the direction of the kitchens. America felt a swift sadness bolt through her chest as she watched those uniform black shoes click away. She thought of Esther and the day they’d teamed up to tell Maxon that he was going to be a father. America ran a hand over her stomach and allowed herself a moment to miss her friend, before pushing forward with the cart, squaring her shoulders, and walking past the guards who held the doors to the garden wide open for her. Even from this distance, America could see what Maxon had been working on all morning. In the sturdy tree across from their special bench, a new structure had been erected in the larger, lower limbs, although parts of it sprawled out to the ground below and beyond. Maxon appeared from below the thing, and James, Gerad, Carter, and Officer Weaver followed behind him. All of them were in undershirts, despite the distinct chill in the November Angeles air, and all of them were sweating. Maxon wiped his brow with his arm and America’s stomach clenched. He was breathtaking like this. “Hello, Love.” Maxon beamed as she approached. “You’re not a maid, but you’ll do.” “Maxon, what on earth—“ “I may or may not have asked the man who designed our nursery furniture to send over plans for a treehouse.” “A treehouse?” America gaped at the structure before her. “For the baby, and more immediately, for Astra and Kile.” Maxon grinned. “For all the Palace children, really.” “But Maxon, a treehouse is… not even a quarter of the size of what you’ve built here.” “Yes… I may have asked for a tree castle.”

-- The Laws of Inheritance

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by 弓 长 光 军