The next day, those words kept bothering me. I look at the garden outside the patio, the sun blessing the garden with its rays, making me feel slightly relaxed, and dessert snacks on the table as I munch down the sweet delicacy. Rhian was preparing the tea at the side. I watched her as she poured with confidence. Her eyes sparkled with joy. I applauded. She smiled cheerily. "My lady, tea is ready." She handed me her work. I looked at the clarity, and the tea was truly sophisticated. I tasted it; it's delicate and sweet. I rate it 10/10. "It's delicious! I love it; you worked hard; thank you." I drink tea on many occasions in this life, and this brings me back to the time when I still lived in the counts manor.
The tree was also planted there in the garden when I was a child, and I took care of it meticulously. The walls are full of pictures of my family. Being the only daughter is really lonely at times, but Noelle keeps me company no matter where I go. Noelle and I constantly study and play with all things we find interesting: her with the swords, books, and magic; me with fashion, games, and information. She is like a destined queen, and I'm a white-glove ally she can trust. We talked about the similarities of our hobbies; we never get tired of each other. I remember that night when she accidentally heard me muttering that I knew I was destined to die young. She cried and ran away.
We looked around the manor, but we couldn't find her. Daybreak is slowly approaching, I tried to trace her steps and recall clues to her safe place, but she would feel alone. Then I went to the top most location of our manor, the tower on the east. I opened the hatch, feeling the doorknob slightly warm. It calmed my nerves. I opened it, and it led to a small space and a window. I didn't see Noelle. I went up to the window and opened it, and the view of the sunrise greeted me. The cold winds washed my mind clean, and I saw the roof connected to the main manor. There's a ledge where two people can walk face to face; it's big enough so people can't accidentally fall to their deaths.
I went out of the window, and she got worried. "Don't come up here; it's dangerous," she said. To which I replied, "says the girl that went here first" and smirked at her. I sat beside her, took the shawl off my body, and enveloped it to her. She said, "Don't need it; it's hot." I looked at her straight in the eyes, then said, "You're shivering." She looked back at me, and I replied, "I'm fine." She held my hand, "Your hand is literally ice." I looked up. She parted the shawl by half of her body and said, "Come her." I went over, and we got both enveloped by the thick shawl and watched the sunrise.
"Sorry" I told her, "Many things of my life can't be explained; I have a feeling it would end soon; it feels surreal." She looked straight at the rising sun, "I know, I just can't accept the fact you embrace that you will die young; it's like you wish to be dead instead." I flung my head to her, "No way I wanted to live longer; I wanted to enjoy my years; I just don't feel it; the hope of trying to live then getting broken down feels helpless."
I wiped my tears with my hand. She took her dress and tore it. I was shocked "You—" and "I'm sorry, I said hurtful words. I don't know what you experienced before or how you went through them." She wiped my tears with the torn cloth and continued, "Thankfully, we met. Most of the time, people could not understand me, and I didn't expect them to, but you did. You took the time to try. I was happy." She hugged me and said, "Thank you for being here and keeping on trying. I don't care what you do in the future; I will help you do whatever you want to do." I looked at her and bawled my eyes out, then hugged her tight. "Pinky swear," I said with my snot and swollen eyes. She snickered. She locked her pinky with mine, and we both smiled as the sun finished rising.
I stopped walking down memory lane and looked at the finished tea. "Rhian, I'm going to call you if I need something. I want to walk alone." I said. Rhian looked hesitant. I urged her more. "It's fine. I will be just by the garden. I will shout if something dangerous comes, like there is." I laughed quietly, making her relax. She agreed, then she left. I went to the room and hid robes under my clothes and went to the garden. I walked, seemingly enjoying the garden's beauty, but the people who keep watch on me lost vigilance. I went back and walked more, and then I felt their eyes and presence gone. I went to the kitchen, where the workers at this hour are eating their lunch in the cafeteria. I went in and slid inside one of the maids rooms, borrowed their outfit, then walked out, changed my temperament, and strolled. I looked at the counter where a list of ingredients was to be bought for the lords for dinner, and I took it. The chef signed the note so guards wouldn't have a problem checking them.
Covered my self with cloak then I walked near the gate and saw the guard. I made my fingers rough because I left them in the water for too long. They checked the list and handed it back to me; they didn't see any faults. "Wait." I stopped and looked at the guard. "Shella, you're going out again, going to visit your family again; you know they don't deserve you; you must stop helping them." I don't know Shella, so I quietly replied, "Yeah, I'm visiting a bit." He hummed, "Are you sick? You are always all smiles and laughter." He gave her a worried look. "I just did some laundry, so I'm a bit tired. I just need to sit and rest. I'll be back and kicking". I cheerily replied, "Don't overwork yourself" He waved as I ran to the road heading to the village.