Often times when I'm alone, my mind conjures up the image of the pale white moon. It's large, so large that it looks as if it could swallow dear little Moonacre in all of it's entirety. And then I feel the crushing weight of water, swirling around m...
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Robin's abrupt departure somehow reminded me of the fable Cinderella.
Perhaps Robin had left behind a shoe of some sort? Upon searching the ground, I spotted a small scrap of paper.
I tucked it into my pocket absentmindedly, to distracted by the thoughts of our brief kiss.
Robin, foolish boy! Always thinking he could run away!
Once again, the great trapper was trapped by a mere moon princess. If that could be considered 'mere.'
Now, the only problem was the waiting.
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I took Wiggins home, and told my Uncle about his foot.
Uncle took poor little Wiggins to Loveday, and when he was returned to me, his paw was wrapped and his fur was clean.
I allowed him to come to my room, and he made himself comfortable on the rug beside my bed, as I myself began to get ready to sleep.
Finally, my head was cushioned on my pillow, and my body was securely wrapped in blankets to keep out the chill.
Loveday worried that I would become ill again, and as I drifted off to sleep, I was plagued with thoughts of my sickness.
And yet... my last conscious thought was an image of Robin, his face close to mine, his eyes overflowing with emotion.
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Two days had passed, and I had spent them anxiously waiting for Robins appearance.
I played with Wiggins, who had thankfully been accepted by Wrolf, and spent much time with his new play fellow.
On one of these occasions, when I found myself alone, I remembered the piece of paper that Robin had dropped.
Finding it tucked into my wardrobe, I hastily unfolded it, hands shaking a bit.
The small piece of paper held few words, but they spoke volumes.
Robin, your Father wishes me to remind you that you have until the spring.
Henry
I twisted my lips into a look of puzzlement. Though the words obviously had importance, I did not understand the meaning at all, but still.
I was worried. And Robin was not here.
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The sun rose on the fourth day. Robin's last day.
The next time I saw that scoundrel, that devilish, handsome, kissable... Maria, no!
My heart wished Robin was here and kissing me, but my mind wanted to beat him silly.
Wiggins awoke, and promptly jumped on my bed and licked my face.
I laughed, pushing his wriggling little body away.
"Wiggins," I scolded. "Most people don't like to bathe in saliva." I patted his small head, and stood to dress myself.
Brushing my hair and bundling in a simple, warm woolen dress to keep out the chill, I pulled on a pair of my boots and pulled my hair into a simple bun.
No need to dress fancily. If Robin hadn't shown himself for three days, why would he come today?
After inserting the last pin into my hair, I was smoothing it into a bit of a better shape when I heard a loud thud.
"Who's there?" I called nervously, whirling around to face the intruder.
"Robin!" I gasped.
He began to walk towards me, and I nervously backed away, stuttering.
"What are you doing here? I didn't think you would co-"
And Robin abruptly melded his lips to mine. My arms subconsciously wrapped around his neck, and my heart raced.
All I could think about were his lips, warm and against mine.
But wait! Robin was hiding something from me, and I deserved to know.
I broke away, and glanced up at him, a bit surprised by his abrupt actions.
"Robin, I know that there is something that you aren't telling me."
He scowled, eyes dark. "I wanted to tell you, but..."
"But?" I prompted.
"I'm sorry, Maria. You see there has been an... arrangement. My Father, he- he is sending me away."
"What?" I gasped, hands flying to my mouth.
"I'm being sent on a sea voyage in the spring to gain more wealth for the family name, and also to find a wife suitable for the De Noir name." He grimaced, the bored expression he had molded on not masking his sorrow.
"How long?" I said, still struggling to process this saddening news.
"As long as it takes. Several years at the least."
"No." My eyes filled with tears. And after everything that had happened... I could never have Robin.
Robin, the wild forest wanderer that had trapped my heart.
"I'm so sorry."
I twisted my hands together, wishing that I would wake from this horrible nightmare.
But life was often more of a nightmare than the terrifying dreams I sometimes suffered from.
Perhaps... perhaps I could... nothing.
A heavy wave of hopelessness and despair overcame me. With the little time I had left with Robin, I must spend every minute wisely.
"Kiss me." I said, meeting Robin's gaze.
"What? Maria, I-"
"Kiss me." I demanded.
Robin locked our lips again, pushing me against the wall of the tower.
His finger unpinned my hair, and he twisted it around and around his finger as our lips moved passionately in unison.
My arms were once again around his neck, and our bodies were pressed together tightly.
How could I lose this? How could I lose my Robin? I would surely die of grief.
But for now, I enjoyed the moment, allowing myself to kiss him until my air supply ran out.
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