The Thief & Commoner (1x1 w/No More Pretending)

[Kera]

Zephyr took a sip.

 

[No More Pretending]

Angela placed a damp cloth on the child's forehead. "I hope the tea is to your liking, sir..."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr nodded "It's good i use the same ingredients for my own type of tea" he said.

 

[No More Pretending]

She blushed lightly. "Good."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr nodded

 

[No More Pretending]

She sighed softly and smoothed her brother's hair back. "Go to sleep, Thomas..." She whispered. "You need rest."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr watched her he wondered what ailment this boy had.

 

[No More Pretending]

The boy coughed more and she stayed with him until he fell asleep. "He has pneumonia," she told him, as if reading his mind.

 

[Kera]

Zephyr looked at the boy "Reminds me of myself at that age" he said.

 

[No More Pretending]

"He's the sweetest..." She whispered. "I'm scared for him."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr looked at her "What Ails him?" he asked.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Pneumonia," she said softly.

 

[Kera]

Zephyr nodded "yes the medicine for it is quite pricy" he said.

 

[No More Pretending]

She nodded.

 

[Kera]

Zephyr went into deep thought.

 

[No More Pretending]

Angela sighed, her soft blonde hair falling into her face as she looked tenderly at her brother. "Is there anything else that you would like, sir?" She asked. "We have some crackers, if you'd like them... I'm sorry that they're a bit stale."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr shook his head "Oh no I'm perfectly fine" he said.

 

[No More Pretending]

"Alright," she murmured. "Is it alright if I leave you to yourself while I tuck in the children?"

 

[Kera]

Zephyr flashed a small smile "It's fine" He said

 

[No More Pretending]

She gave him a smile and led the other children to a small cot in the corner by the hearth. "Alright guys. Story or lullaby?"


"A lullaby!" The oldest of the small children exclaimed- the one known as Mary.


"Alright. Fine,fine..." She thought for a moment. Before picking up a tune.


It's often I sat on my true love's knee


And many a fond tale he told me


He told me things that never shall be


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.


The rose is red, the grass is green


The days are past that I have seen


And there is another where I have been


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.


I wish I was where I love best


Close in them arms I would embrace


The door should be locked and the key in the chest


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.


I wish, I wish, I wish in vain


Wish I was a maid again


Then my parents would not complain


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.


I'll dye my petticoats crimson red


Through the world I'll beg my bread


When he comes back he'll think I'm dead


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush.


The rose is red, the grass is green


The days are past that I have seen


And there is another where I have been


Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush..."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr was actually listening he was struck back a bit by such a lullaby

 

[No More Pretending]

She sighed softly after the song came to a close and pulled the blanket up to the children's shoulders. "Sleep well, alright?"


"...Angela...?" Mary asked softly.


"Yes dear?"


"When is father coming back?" She asked with a yawn.


"When the sweet William blooms this spring," she replied.


"That's what you said last year."


"Well, Sweet William is the most loyal flower. It will surely lead him home as soon as it blooms."


"Is that why you plant it every year."


"No Mary."


"Then why?"


"Well, that's my little secret. Now sleep."

 

[Kera]

Zephyr listened he wondered what happened to the father

 

[No More Pretending]

She walked back over to the table and sat across from Zephyr, pouring herself some tea. "Would you like some more, sir?"

 

[Kera]

Zephyr shook his head "oh no I'm good what time is it actually?" He asked.