“No! Why? Why? How could he! He promised me! He promised!” Saraid Aile ran sobbing through the castle of Tyrone Gynfor, the younger son of King Fergus. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She couldn’t bear what she had just seen.
Ever since she was a young girl, Saraid had dreamed of marrying Prince Tyrone. Oh, she knew that it was practically impossible. A peasant girl simply did not marry a prince, even if he wasn’t heir to the kingdom. However, Tyrone had told her differently.
She always used to slip away from her father and his toymaking business. She’d meet Tyrone under the shady foliage of the trees beside the castle. It was there that she’d fallen in love with the prince and where he had promised to marry her when he was older.
Saraid had sunk to near-despair when her love had to go to the university to receive the rest of his education. What if he found another woman, a prettier and smarter woman, while he was away. This was her constant fear. Her fear of losing Tyrone was the reason she allowed him to have her body during one of his visits home.
Baby Fern was born nine months later, to the delight of Saraid, but to the dismay of Saraid’s brother, Tanner. Surely this would bind Tyrone to her forever!
Saraid had to wait a full month after Tyrone’s return to Silvetia before he came in search of her. He had seemed surprised, but not very pleased to see his daughter. He asked her to come stay at his new little castle for now, as a servant.
Servant? That had not been what Saraid had been expecting, but maybe her love had a plan. Of course, it must be a hard thing to get the others in the royal and noble families to accept a peasant as one of them. Perhaps this was the first step in some great plan Tyrone had.
Then came this night. Saraid had been out to the market that day. Tyrone had been out since early morning. When Saraid returned that evening, she didn’t see him anywhere in the castle. So she continued with her duties, until some strange noises caught her attention. She thought it was Fern at first, but the little one was sleeping contentedly. She went looking throughout the castle, until the only place she hadn’t checked was Tyrone’s bedchamber.
Poor girl! I guess her mother wasn’t the woman to tell her to beware of men above her station (although she could have learned her lesson!)–and certainly seeing your sister marry a nobleman would give you ideas that such things were possible.
Tyrone’s a jerk, of course, for lying, but I’m certain he doesn’t see anything wrong with it, since she’s “just” a peasant.
Now, are you going to tell us what’s going on with Aris?
We know something bad is about to happen in the royal family, but meanwhile I have been dying to find out what happened with Aris and her old man.
That is so sad I was about to cry. If I were Saraid I’d give him a piece of my mind but than I guess she’s just a peasant.
Hey there… have just been reading your blog and i’m getting really engrossed in your families. I really want to know what is going to happen in the Royal family, I thought their wedding was so beautiful… the future sounded so ominous in the last post. I feel really sorry for Saraid too… poor girl. I guess Tyrone thought he was being a good guy and at least providing for her in his castle but what a poo. And he was such a cute baby too with that completely bald head =P.