Trey and Arowyn

CHAPTER ONE: Arowyn's Home

The light that came before dawn shone over Dehlyn, giving the land a softened edge. Dew was glistening, soft rays slipped among tree branches and early birds sang softly, painting a picture no artist could capture better then the mind of the young woman rising early.

Arowyn! Elysia!” came the call of the reverend  Jacob Martell. Arowyn fand Elysia (the Reverend's daughter), rose and walked drowsily over to a bucket of water sitting near the door to wash. Today would be busy. Dunking her head in cold water, Arowyn washed her hair, dried it and put on a soft, warm linen dress.

The three of them made breakfast for the rest of the large household (made up mostly of children adopted by the Reverend and his wife) which consisted of warm bread, fruit, plenty of oatmeal, and wine for the Reverend and his wife.

Arowyn and Elysia joked and jested at eachother as they bustled around the kitchen. Mrs. Martell laughed softly and shook her head at the two girls, remembering her own says as a farmer's daughter.

Elysia Martell was Arowyn's best friend. She was the one who stayed home all day, did chores and helped take care of the others. Arowyn worked in the palace six days of the week, helping in the kitchens and tutoring the prince.

Technically, Arowyn was supposed to stay at home and help clean the house, what with Kate, Elysia's older sister, gone to be a maid in the house of Lord Cameron. Arowyn was happy and scared for Kate, because she knew what some Nobles could be like.

When she had been told that Kate was working for their landlord, the Lord Cameron, Arowyn and breathed a sigh of relief. His two sons, Brendan and Darien, (also known as the "Masters Cameron") had been great childhood friends of hers, and they remembered her well. Arowyn smiled at the memory of childhood games, from before the great Disaster.

She placed the last of the fruit on the table and took her place there with the other children, taking in the household. As the Reverend blessed the food, she glanced around the table.

The Reverend at the head, Mrs. Martell on his left  and Elysia's brother Marcus on his right. Next came Arowyn and Elysia, Elysia's cousins Eric and Kathrine, then Rue, Logan, Alyssa, and Kathleen, Arowyn's youngest sister.

Rain began to pour down outside, relentlessly soaking the capital city of Dehlyn.

They all ate their fill, and as she was helping clear the dishes, Arowyn realized that she would be late if she didn’t leave. Calling out goodbyes, she pulled a cloak on and ran outside to the barn to ready the sleek black mare called Shine, her saddle bag with lessons and a hand-sewn dress tied in place as usual.

As she was about to take off, Marcus came bolting throught the rain, and grabbed the mare's bridle.

“I need her today, Arowyn. I have to use the plough.”

“You’ve got the cows to do that, Marcus and there are two other horses." Arowyn replied.

“Just because Shine is your favourite, doesn’t mean you need her.” Marcus shot back.

“Marcus, you can’t plough in this weather anyway, it’s pouring rain out. Besides, I’m late.” she whispered a command to Shine, who took off immediately. She called a good-bye to Marcus and held tight to the reigns.

Inside the palace:

By the time Arowyn got to the palace, she was soaking wet. Kelly, one of the groomsmen, put Shine in an empty stall. She ran inside, thanking him as she went, through a servants' entrance and into the kitchens. Lalaine, the cook’s assistant, greeted her with laughter...

“You made it in this weather?! Here you are, soaked to the skin when we serve breakfast to the Royal family and never-ending guests in half and hour." Lalaine rubbed Arowyn's head with a towel, trying to dry it as best as she could.

“Well, today of all days I had to be ten minutes off and hitch up Shine to ride instead of running through the market place. Lucky my dress and the lessons are dry.” Arowyn said. Lalaine finished, pulled the towel away and combed through Arowyn's hair.

“At least you remembered  to cover the dress and the lessons. I can’t believe you used to sneak in with a soiled gown and soaked papers.” she chuckled affectionately, pulling a curtain back for Arowyn to change behind.

Stepping behind the curtain, Arowyn quickly took out the dress. It was pale purple, long-sleeved with ribbons woven through the cuffs. She loved the dress, but seldom had the chance to wear it. After changing, she quickly pinned her wavy dark hair up, then  went with Lalaine to meet the head chef, Mrs. Margery, and her daughter Elise.

"We're ready and waiting, ma'am, tell us what you need done." Lalaine said to Mrs. Margery above the noise.

"Load the trays, then carry out the fruit. Miss Lalaine, I assume you will take charge?"

"Yes, ma'am. Arowyn please assist her for a few moments while I get everything in order." Lalaine said crisply.

"Of course." Arowyn immediately began tossing a nearby salad.

“Ridin' in this weather don’t do you any good, missy.” Mrs Margery spoke gruffly, but tenderly to Arowyn. "Catch your death and I'll have one less girl, prob'ly have to carry out food m'self." she muttered. 

"How did you know I was-"

"Ta, ta, watch the salad, missy, ye'll have me head if'n I ruin the King's kitchens by flinging food!" Mrs. Margery steadied the bowl. "That's enough. Go an' set up the prince's lessons."

Arowyn retrieved the lessons and slipped out into a corridor, avoiding the girls filing into the large dining-hall, and ran down to the usual room to get the lessons ready.

“Arowyn!” one of the butlers called as she passed.

“Yes?” it was Jensen, one of the middle-ranking servants.

“As the Prince’s educator, I would like you to retain his whereabouts, please. I am certain his friends have accompanied him as well.” He also seemed very upset.

Oh, great. What Jensen's tone of voice really said was Find the boys and stop them for pulling pranks, before we all humiliate ourselves again, and make sure they know we're on to them.

“As you wish.” Arowyn managed a false smile and left the hall quickly, averting her eyes as her station required her.

“Wait!” as she was about to leave the room, someone called back to her. Arowyn tried to suppress a frown as she turned around.

"I believe that there was an inquiry for you early this morning." he handed her a card.

The End

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