Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2012-03-21 02:51 pm
primrosella) wrote2012-03-21 02:51 pm
Quest 300
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Twenty-one.
And to think, there was a time when I didn't even think I'd make it so far as eighteen, once. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. And now twenty-one.
It's odd, I suppose; I remember dreading twenty all that time last year because I thought twenty was such an important number somehow--that eighteen was right, and nineteen was the same age Daddy was when he became king, at least, but to be twenty and still here and still carrying on as ever...twenty was something different. Old, I suppose, as though there were some line drawn between nineteen and twenty, and I'd just skipped across it, never to go back. I thought Mother would have fits if she knew I were twenty, when it sometimes seems as though it were only a minute ago that I was seventeen. And I suppose Mother wouldn't have been the only one, really; I had a few fits about being twenty myself, and still not married and still not feeling so much different than I was back then. Or, well...I didn't feel any closer to being ready to be a queen, I suppose is what it really was, when Mother was already a queen by the time she was twenty.
It felt like a bigger change than just one year to the next, one more birthday to celebrate. But really, it hasn't been so great a change at all, has it? Or at least, no more than any of the other changes I've made since I was seventeen, soaking wet in the fountain and exhausted from two different adventures all rolled together into one. I didn't know magic when I was seventeen. I was still afraid of Alexander, and that he might take my kingdom away. I still thought Lolotte might come for me, and wouldn't even tell anyone my name or title--though Rue figured it out all on her own, I remember that. She thought it was silly of me to even have to say so at all; she'd simply known, all along.
I hope she's happy now, too. And Blue, I told Blue at the same time. Sam had always known, even from the beginning, because he was the only one I told it to. And he kept it a secret all that time for me, until I was ready to change.
I built fires in the kitchen when I was seventeen. I didn't know what a Mario Kart was, or how to skate about on Rollerblades, or that I oughtn't put a can of cranberry sauce right onto the stove because it would explode all over the kitchen. I never would have dreamed of wearing a pair of jeans, or a skirt that only came to my knees. When I was seventeen I thought I should fall in love with Sirius Black when he gave me a rose and smiled at me. I thought...that was just how things were.
I spent a long time worrying over love. How many times did Sam have to come after me with water balloons, because I was dwelling too much on it? I thought that I couldn't love someone, not the way that love was supposed to be, if I could only ever know them here, because love is meant to be forever, and sooner or later the things of this City always come to an end. When I was seventeen I didn't think love was something that could happen more than once in a lifetime. I thought it was only the once, forever, and if it wasn't then it wasn't really love at all.
When I was seventeen I thought I'd marry the first boy who kissed me.So I suppose it might be that some things haven't...completely changed. But I think I thought it more for the kiss, than for the boy.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one. It doesn't feel so different, somehow. Not the way it did last year.
When I was seventeen I thought I had to get ready, around this time of year, because if ever Alexander would come for me again, it would be now, just like he did the last time. Every year since then I've waited for him, a bit. Every year, he hasn't come, and I catch myself anticipating it a bit less and less each time around. Maybe one year, I'll forget to wonder if he'll come at all.
I wonder if that's such a bad thing, though. When I was seventeen I couldn't imagine being happy anywhere other than home, safe in my kingdom, with Mother and Daddy and Gerwain and everyone else I knew. And now I'm twenty-one...and that's old enough to know that there are things I'll miss about this City, too, when it's time for me to go. When it's time for me to go back to being seventeen, holding Alexander's hand as we run through the great hall. No matter where I go now, it seems, I'll always be missing home.
Twenty-one. It's not such a bad age, is it, Alexander? And certainly not for a pair of twins who once each thought they'd never see eighteen.
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I'd rather not spoil a perfectly nice day by dwelling on an ugly one, but I will say that I'm certainly glad that curse we had yesterday is done and over with, and I certainly hope it's not one we see again anytime soon, and that's quite enough of that.
But it's lovely out today, and there's no curse, and it's the first day of spring! This is the fourth one to go past, now, since I came to the City; I remember it was just coming up on the first of spring back home in Daventry, too, before I left, but then when I came here it was August and I had to wait another whole seven months before the dates lined up the way they ought to. It's so strange to think that I was seventeen, then; an old friend of mine once told me that the first year here seems to take the longest, but then every other year after seems to fly past a bit quicker. She was right about that, I think. But then, she was usually right about most things.
She always knew when I was keeping secrets, that friend, and I usually do keep one around this time of year. You see, it's my brother's birthday today, the first of spring. And...we're twins, so that makes it my birthday, too. Though it's a bit strange to think of a pair of twins separated by four years in age, isn't it? Alexander's still seventeen, just as he's been four times around now, but today I'm turning twenty-one. It doesn't feel so different than twenty, really, and I'm glad for that. And for all of the friends I've made in all this time, too.
But speaking of friends, I have a promise to keep before the day is out, so I'd better not linger too much longer or I'll never make it! Happy first of spring, everyone! I hope it's as wonderful for you as it's always been for me.
[OOC: Yup, it's her birthday today--the fourth she's had in the City so far.WHEN DID SHE GET TO BE TWENTY-ONE. I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS. And her 300th post, too! It's an exciting day. She's got a visit to make to Ellington before the day is out, but I know there were some Sekrit Party Planz™ in the works, so feel free to action her up, divert her, whatever! She'll be out and about basically all day, and I'll roll with whatever. o/]
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Twenty-one.
And to think, there was a time when I didn't even think I'd make it so far as eighteen, once. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. And now twenty-one.
It's odd, I suppose; I remember dreading twenty all that time last year because I thought twenty was such an important number somehow--that eighteen was right, and nineteen was the same age Daddy was when he became king, at least, but to be twenty and still here and still carrying on as ever...twenty was something different. Old, I suppose, as though there were some line drawn between nineteen and twenty, and I'd just skipped across it, never to go back. I thought Mother would have fits if she knew I were twenty, when it sometimes seems as though it were only a minute ago that I was seventeen. And I suppose Mother wouldn't have been the only one, really; I had a few fits about being twenty myself, and still not married and still not feeling so much different than I was back then. Or, well...I didn't feel any closer to being ready to be a queen, I suppose is what it really was, when Mother was already a queen by the time she was twenty.
It felt like a bigger change than just one year to the next, one more birthday to celebrate. But really, it hasn't been so great a change at all, has it? Or at least, no more than any of the other changes I've made since I was seventeen, soaking wet in the fountain and exhausted from two different adventures all rolled together into one. I didn't know magic when I was seventeen. I was still afraid of Alexander, and that he might take my kingdom away. I still thought Lolotte might come for me, and wouldn't even tell anyone my name or title--though Rue figured it out all on her own, I remember that. She thought it was silly of me to even have to say so at all; she'd simply known, all along.
I hope she's happy now, too. And Blue, I told Blue at the same time. Sam had always known, even from the beginning, because he was the only one I told it to. And he kept it a secret all that time for me, until I was ready to change.
I built fires in the kitchen when I was seventeen. I didn't know what a Mario Kart was, or how to skate about on Rollerblades, or that I oughtn't put a can of cranberry sauce right onto the stove because it would explode all over the kitchen. I never would have dreamed of wearing a pair of jeans, or a skirt that only came to my knees. When I was seventeen I thought I should fall in love with Sirius Black when he gave me a rose and smiled at me. I thought...that was just how things were.
I spent a long time worrying over love. How many times did Sam have to come after me with water balloons, because I was dwelling too much on it? I thought that I couldn't love someone, not the way that love was supposed to be, if I could only ever know them here, because love is meant to be forever, and sooner or later the things of this City always come to an end. When I was seventeen I didn't think love was something that could happen more than once in a lifetime. I thought it was only the once, forever, and if it wasn't then it wasn't really love at all.
When I was seventeen I thought I'd marry the first boy who kissed me.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one. It doesn't feel so different, somehow. Not the way it did last year.
When I was seventeen I thought I had to get ready, around this time of year, because if ever Alexander would come for me again, it would be now, just like he did the last time. Every year since then I've waited for him, a bit. Every year, he hasn't come, and I catch myself anticipating it a bit less and less each time around. Maybe one year, I'll forget to wonder if he'll come at all.
I wonder if that's such a bad thing, though. When I was seventeen I couldn't imagine being happy anywhere other than home, safe in my kingdom, with Mother and Daddy and Gerwain and everyone else I knew. And now I'm twenty-one...and that's old enough to know that there are things I'll miss about this City, too, when it's time for me to go. When it's time for me to go back to being seventeen, holding Alexander's hand as we run through the great hall. No matter where I go now, it seems, I'll always be missing home.
Twenty-one. It's not such a bad age, is it, Alexander? And certainly not for a pair of twins who once each thought they'd never see eighteen.
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I'd rather not spoil a perfectly nice day by dwelling on an ugly one, but I will say that I'm certainly glad that curse we had yesterday is done and over with, and I certainly hope it's not one we see again anytime soon, and that's quite enough of that.
But it's lovely out today, and there's no curse, and it's the first day of spring! This is the fourth one to go past, now, since I came to the City; I remember it was just coming up on the first of spring back home in Daventry, too, before I left, but then when I came here it was August and I had to wait another whole seven months before the dates lined up the way they ought to. It's so strange to think that I was seventeen, then; an old friend of mine once told me that the first year here seems to take the longest, but then every other year after seems to fly past a bit quicker. She was right about that, I think. But then, she was usually right about most things.
She always knew when I was keeping secrets, that friend, and I usually do keep one around this time of year. You see, it's my brother's birthday today, the first of spring. And...we're twins, so that makes it my birthday, too. Though it's a bit strange to think of a pair of twins separated by four years in age, isn't it? Alexander's still seventeen, just as he's been four times around now, but today I'm turning twenty-one. It doesn't feel so different than twenty, really, and I'm glad for that. And for all of the friends I've made in all this time, too.
But speaking of friends, I have a promise to keep before the day is out, so I'd better not linger too much longer or I'll never make it! Happy first of spring, everyone! I hope it's as wonderful for you as it's always been for me.
[OOC: Yup, it's her birthday today--the fourth she's had in the City so far.