Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Belle walked along the banks of the sea looking out as her fathers ship descended. It was always sad to see him go off on one of his voyages, but his fishing provided food, and the items he sold at market always provided the funds he needed to repair his boat.
There never seemed to be enough left over to take a break. Her mother had been gone five years now. It was just her and her two younger brothers Sven and Jacob. They were a handful all on their own. But she had never seen her father happier when he got his boys.
Since her mother passed away she had been doing the cooking and cleaning. She felt often that her youth had been taken away too earlier. Now that she was 19 the boys were old enough to work at the docks. This freed up her days to do the chores and read. Oh how she loved reading tales of Demons and knights. Though often she found herself feeling for the poor creatures that were misunderstood.
Perhaps this made her a bit of a dreamer, perhaps she was meant for a different life all together. If her father had his way about it she would be married off. It would be one less mouth to feed.
On occasion she would be courted, but she was never really fond of her suitors. They were all so typical. She didn't want to marry a fisherman, she didn't want to be a wife and treated like a slave. Belle enjoyed her free time and the ability to read her stories. It was her escape into a different world. A world she would never know. Maybe she should just give in to the pressure that her father and brother and give in to what her life was suppose to be.
Belle sighed and twirled her long red hair around her finger. As she opened her book her face lit up and she began to read another story.
There never seemed to be enough left over to take a break. Her mother had been gone five years now. It was just her and her two younger brothers Sven and Jacob. They were a handful all on their own. But she had never seen her father happier when he got his boys.
Since her mother passed away she had been doing the cooking and cleaning. She felt often that her youth had been taken away too earlier. Now that she was 19 the boys were old enough to work at the docks. This freed up her days to do the chores and read. Oh how she loved reading tales of Demons and knights. Though often she found herself feeling for the poor creatures that were misunderstood.
Perhaps this made her a bit of a dreamer, perhaps she was meant for a different life all together. If her father had his way about it she would be married off. It would be one less mouth to feed.
On occasion she would be courted, but she was never really fond of her suitors. They were all so typical. She didn't want to marry a fisherman, she didn't want to be a wife and treated like a slave. Belle enjoyed her free time and the ability to read her stories. It was her escape into a different world. A world she would never know. Maybe she should just give in to the pressure that her father and brother and give in to what her life was suppose to be.
Belle sighed and twirled her long red hair around her finger. As she opened her book her face lit up and she began to read another story.
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