This Friday Morning

This Friday morning she was up before the sun before the posts would even begin their morning run. She was left to pace back and forth in her room as she waited. Watching the same window she stayed all of Sunday to see when the two men in their blue hats and brown leather bags would begin their walk toward the entrance. Being nervously excited she sat down at her silver vanity, which was littered with flowers from the spring. She sat there on the plush stool as she ran a brush through her hair and a damp cloth over her face. She twisted her long inky locks into a braid and fell down her back as she wandered over to the wardrobe. Taking out a simple brown blouse with golden laces and buttons and a light skirt that was sage green. She bathed and dressed herself that morning as she waited for the postal men to come to the door. She was standing by her window, nervously chewing her lip as she thought of what letter may come today. Perhaps an actual date of when he would arrive, perhaps a letter from him. As soon as she saw those two blue hats poking out from above the hedges she was out of her room. Bursting through the heavy wooden doors and practically racing down towards the entrance. The postal men were barely on the steps when the entrance doors were thrown open, the older of the two sadly saying that this week they had no letter for her once again.

She nodded curtly and curtsied before heading back into the house, standing anxiously in front of the doors still. Hoping that as he had last week, the finely dressed butler would come with a letter for her. At some point, not long after the postal men had left and the sun had fully risen, the sounds of carriages and horses' hooves could be heard coming down the road of the house. The young mistress’s golden eyes went wide as she peered through the window, multiple carriages bearing the flag of her father’s house were coming towards the mansion. The doors were thrown open and she stood in quiet shock as the first carriage halted at the steps. The gate of it was opened and before he could even get a foot on the ground she was with him. She ran to him, crashing into him and holding him deathly tight as tears went down her face. The familiar dark black hair and shining golden eyes stared down at her as he returned the tight hug.

“Im home my darling precious”

was all he managed to whisper to her before he too, had tears falling down his cheeks and into her hair. The house was suddenly a racket as the entire staff realized that the Master of the House Cadell had returned. Servants rushed off to clean and prepare his room for him, while others went to help unpack the many boxes that had returned with him. In all of the chaos, the two of them stayed there, holding the other tightly as they cried. Only after what seemed like an hour did he pull away from her slightly and cup her cheeks in his hand.

“Happy birthday my darling Almana. I’m finally able to celebrate one with you again.”