"It's not kindness, it's a bet. If I survive the entire month then I win, and you have to talk to the guy for me. If you win you get freed. Plain and simple. And I'm not really expecting to win so you have a good chance here. Plus if I win and he decides not to hate me, h.ell I'd be so happy I'd free you anyway." Annabelle shrugged her shoulders. It had occurred to her that if she wins and he does intern no longer hate her, that I'd've ever liked her, she would offer him everything. Offer to him her king. Give him equality. Though she wouldn't tell him this, she wanted him to like her for her.
“No. I win—you free one of the children,” he said stubbornly. “I don’t need another kid growing up like me.” He started out the door.
"You and two of the children of your choice. Final offer." Annabelle was in no way going to let him stay a slave, he deserved so much better. He could still work at the castle, if he wanted to. For payment, and he wouldn't be beaten. "Or just one of the children. Its your choice." She started to the door, now he would have to make a choice, there wasn't really anything he could do to change her mind.
He stopped to look at her. “Fine. Offer accepted.” He turned back to the path, passing the terrible conditions to go to the river. It wasn’t long before the wood houses turned into bed-sized mud huts. “This is where the orphans stay. Alone. Only a few of us help them. A lot die from cholera and starvation,” he said. He noticed an older boy digging holes to bury two partially decayed corpses and three fresher ones. He wordlessly walked over, taking over the boy’s task. “Go wash clothes,” he told the boy. The boy complied somberly.
Annabelle watched speechless. They were dying. So many kids were dying. She couldn't stand the thought. Annabelle walked around wordlessly to the other side of the building. She saw a small little boy running, he looked to be about four, maybe less. He tripped and burst into tears. She rushed over to lift him up into her arms, he acted afraid of her at first. Then she started to rock him humongous and he stopped looking so afraid. She sat down in the dirt, leaning against a tree with him in her arms. Many other children crept closer to watch, though the kept out of sight. A few younger ones came closer to sit by her. They seemed shocked to see a woman, only one she saw was a girl, and she kept her distance. Annabelle kept her soft toon, rocking the no longer crying underfed child. He didn't seem to fear her any longer, though most of the children did.
He glanced over his shoulder, noticing her and the kid. He went back to digging until he had five buried children. It took him around 15-20 minutes. He was used to digging graves. After he was finished, he walked over towards Annabelle, keeping his distance like the rest of the children. “Come on, kids.” He murmured softly. A lot complied immediately. He came often, helping them as he could.
He got a mixture of excited, cautious, and weak greetings. “EXTON! Exton…! Exton…” In the distance, though, there was a single little girl. She came after the others, walking at first and then running. “Alec!” He sat on the ground as the children crowded around him, two younger boys and the girl sitting on him. “James, Tyler, Adelaide, Nate, Ben, Cruise, Jonathon, Jax, Kyle…,” he continued until he had named each child. “This is Annabelle. She’s a new slave, from a faraway place. A place different from this one. She isn’t like the mean women that come and hurt you; she’s nice. Okay? You don’t need to be afraid. So, go say hi, alright?” A few started asking questions. Where’s she live? With you? But…that makes her yer wife, don’t it? Why not? If An’bel different… why not marr’y ‘er? He cleared his throat. “Heh, well, uh…”
Annabelle smiled as they asked their questions, she didn't say anything, deciding that it would be mildly interesting to hear his replays. 'Yea, whys n't marry 'er?' She heard another child ask, this visit could turn out to he very informative indeed.
He tried to think of an answer that would appease them without causing another string of questions. He couldn’t think of anything that perfect. “Um, well. You see… We’re, um, really, really different. Her homeland is so different from ours, it, uh, wouldn’t really work out.”
'Whys not? You'd had always told us an'thing was posable.' One chord asked another shortly added, 'she seems to hav' been likes us, at least on the insides. That whats wounds anyways right?' A small child pulled on his shirt looking into his eyes. 'Ain't it the insides that count?' Annabelle smiled and didn't stop rocking the child. 'Plus shes very purddy on the outsides too. Don't ya think so?'
**thats what counts not wounds.
(( For the record, he's no the kind of guy that would say anythings possible. He just... He would never say that. But, I'll go with it. )) He sighed, caving in a bit. It wasn't any use arguing with a community of children. Especially these children. He took another approach. "Alright, alright. I guess you all have a point. But, she likes someone back home. So, that's why."
((Continuation of previous post -_-))
He ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, she is pretty. But that doesn't mean anything to me. Remember? It's the inside that counts."
((Ugh, sorry, slap me.))
Annabelle watched as the little girl asked her question, "is that the only reason?" Annabelle was aw struck. Was that the only reason? Could it be if he didnt think she loved someone else that.... No. It wasn't.
He looked to Adelaide. "Adele... You know the answer to that." He sighed. The little girl had won him over a few years ago. He taught her how to speak properly, though he didn't know how to read or write. Most men did, even slaves, but those who grew up here usually didn't. But most orphans died before the age of learning, anyway. None here were older than nine. His illiteracy was another thing that made him lower than everyone else. "I'm bad. A hypocrite. Remember how I taught you a out those? Well, I want you to forgive and forget. I haven't done either. I guess I just don't want to get married."
"What if she loved you?" Adele asked quietly, though Annabelle could still hear, hardly though. She knew he was going to say no, though she wanted to hope otherwise she knew that no matter what he would always hate her.
(( I’m doing this just to annoy you. >:D lol, no. I love you, really. BFFs. ))
Alec thought about it carefully. He leaned in to whisper something in Adele’s ear, so that no one else could hear. When he pulled back, she nodded, almost somberly. He was okay with telling Adele things that would potentially get him in trouble or cause discomfort. She knew to keep quiet, and she always did. She knew this was no exception.
Annabelle expected not to be able to hear it, it wasn't like she really wanted to. His words would just hurt her more. She closed her eyes sadly, this is what she gets. He would always hate her, always. He would never even think of loving her, she wouldn't be surprised that if he got the chance he wouldn't stab her in the night. After all he could, no one would know where she was. This realization hit her, how stupid was she? The worst part was that she didn't even care anymore.
He have the children a lesson, telling them little stories and the morals behind them. After about 20 minutes of that, he went over to the princess. He frowned. "You okay, Ann?"
"Um, yea, I- I just need some air." Annabelle stood placing the child on the ground. She hid the small tear that fell from her eye as she scattered into the woods behind a tree. She was truly crushed, he would always hate her. Not that it really mattered.
((So, I'm thinking that later there could be a almost r.ape if another male slave sees her alone... Then he could save her? What do you think? I've got several ideas to make this month as horrid for her as posable. Haha))
(( Yeah! I LIKE IT. ))
Alec furled his brow, watching her take off. Okay, then…? You do realize you are outside… it was a very poor excuse for whatever emotional trauma you’re going through or whatever. He said goodbye to each of the kids before walking after her, somewhat slowly. Adele joined him for a bit and they discussed how he answered her question. She had been very surprised. Alec just shrugged. “Well, she’s a long way from home. I guess I have to cut her some slack for that, but…”