What He Gave Her Pt 4

The day she first saw him it was raining. Everyone from the palace had taken sheltered from the unexpected storm, but not her. She was sitting on her balcony watching the chaos the downpour caused. She was sitting tall, with her legs crossed, looking as lady-like as ever. Her black veil was pulled away from her face, a rare sighting, and she was smiling.

It was here when Adeline first saw him. He had obviously been traveling a great distance but he did not look tired. Unlike his complains he did not rush to the haven the palace provided, but instead took his time. He took his time and got soaked by the rain, but he didn't seem to mind. To Adeline's surprised he seemed to enjoy the weather, and the consequences that came with it.

He must have sensed her eyes and him, for his own snapped up to the balcony. Adeline froze when he waved. She didn't have her veil on, she realized, but she also realized that in the dark he wouldn't be able to see her clearly. Put at ease, she waved back. That was the end of their exchange: a wave in the rain, a veil-less smile.

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He had finally gotten a real job. A royal family from far away hired him to paint portraits. He was glad to leave his hometown. He was glad to prove his family wrong, but he was not glad to have to stand out. He was not glad that he would have to make new acquaintances, and start over. He just wanted to hide behind his paintings, but it seemed that wouldn't be possible anymore.

When they arrived it was raining. He loved the rain. He loved the way it smelled, and he loved the way it made everything seem fresh again. But even the rain couldn't stop him from sensing eyes on him. It was too dark to see who it was, but he waved anyway, automatically liking anyone who shared his loved for the rain. When the woman waved back he ran inside the warm palace, finally seeking the comfort it provided.

He soon realized, the people in the palace were nice. He was laughing often, and smiling more frequently than that. Still at night, when is mind was free to wander, the doubts seeped through, and he sunk deeper into his depressed state. His brush was his relief, and his portraits were the product. But as the days blurred together, he couldn't stop thinking about the girl in the rain. Who was she? Where was she? Was she thinking about him?

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Adeline couldn't stop thinking about the boy from the rainy night. She wanted to know more about him: Who was he? What was he doing here? Was he thinking about her too? Adeline smiled to herself, and put down the book she was pretending to read. It was a beautiful day outside and she was sitting on her balcony, soaking up the sun, or at least that what she told herself. In reality, she was trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man.

Adeline didn't believe she would ever find love. In her mind she was tainted, and burdened. She would never accept that fact though. Adeline wanted love, she simply didn't know how to get it. For now she was contempt with reading her books, with wearing veils, sitting perfectly in a chair, and waving at strangers in the rain. Or, at least, that what she told herself.

And Adeline always loved a good fantasy story