Cade...shouldn't you be getting dressed for the court? Philly said. Cadelle turned her blue eyes to the side, glancing at her head maid. The worn looks on her face have given Cade warmth of many smiles and support. Now, there was worry. These past couple of weeks, Cade had been feeling a little distant. Staring out at the sea, catching glimpses of something in the shadows off of Arendelle's shores. From her room, she could see ocean for thousands upon thousands of miles ahead over the horizon, but only for a second would her eyes flash and there would be something unusual. Strange. Lightening that did not touch the water. Or even a dark cloud that would arise and suddenly there would be heavier waves against the land she called home. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as she glanced back at the maid who came closer, resting a hand on her shoulder. Is there something that is bothering you dear? For a moment, Cade felt confident to confide in the woman, but something inside told her not to. At the touch, she felt vulnerable to the woman. Hard times had touched her life. It all came rushing back as if she was living the emotions from the beginning. At least the ones that haunted her most. Right now, the woman was scared for something, complete and utter worry had touched over her. Cade removed herself from under the woman's hand and smiled at her. I am just peachy. She hoped the woman would believe her in the time being. Now it was time to get ready for the court.
Soon, a corset surrounded her waist, pulling her into a position where it was hard to breathe. The strings had been chafing her back. The lace cutting into her skin every time she moved her left arm. Reminding herself of worse things happening in the world, she simply smiled, glancing at her father as she joined him inside. On his face, she could see the same happy lines surrounding his mouth and some his forehead from many nights thinking of ways to keep Arendelle at peace. Good morning, father. She said lightly. He tapped her hand on his arm as she surrounded herself closely to him. How was your morning, darling? Cade felt his emotion there for a moment until he removed his hand, leaving her skin only touching his clothing. There, she could feel emotion lightly, but it was something she could ignore. Skin to skin contact was the only part of her life that she did not looking forward to. A smile pulled at the corner of her face.Interesting. I think we should be having visitors soon. She said, having a feeling tight in her gut. She always knew how the winds changed when she stood outside, there was something coming. It always changed when ships had come to shore. Some she even knew from the moment she would see sails.
Her father, hearing from his daughter so concerned, was not able to respond as her sister came into the room, demanding attention. A smile had come upon her lips as she came closer to Cade and their father.I have seen visitors on the shore. Their sails were delightful, Father. A yellow color, my favorite. Cade simply dismissed herself from the discussion, going to find the exit before anyone would notice. It was court that they had every week. Some would applaud her for trying to escape and being successful in the process. Walking through the halls, she finally found the coat room. Grabbing a cloak, she stuffed it over her arm and headed back to her room where her maids were. Are you not joining court today? One had asked. With a simple shake of her head, she stepped away from them. I am not feeling that well. The stuffiness and old men's hair has given me a headache. They nodded and helped her get out of her dress. There, she could finally breathe again. Finding a different dress, one that she could actually move in, she slipped on her shoes and headed toward the door, grabbing the cloak. Her maids glanced at one another before letting the girl leave as she pleased. She's gone for another 'walk'. They giggled at one another as she had left the room. Cade continued down the hall, finding the back exit that would lead her to the gardens. The maze of a garden left everyone clueless. She knew every nick and cranny, every exit homemade and manufactured. She smiled, finding her one place out as she came into the forest.
Standing there for a moment, she paused, seeing the dark trees, captured with such different colors of green. Thick trunks protected the view inside. Thinking about it too long would keep her from seeing what was inside. She ran inside with a chuckle as she started walking. The paths led to nowhere. Some to trees that had been etched with hearts and letters. A peek of a smile appeared on her lips. She could only wish she could find a love to do something so simple with. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her red hair, messing with the ends as she walked, paying attention to either side of her until she heard etching, but then she continued on her way. She didn't return for a while. Some were worried, others were just curious as to what the princess was up to. Even some had decided to wander off to find the princess for a imaginary reward. Cade, herself had only fallen asleep near one of the trees after her journey. She knew her way back. She hadn't ventured far, but she was so entranced with the scenery, she felt the need to look at everything.
Waking up, seeing the darkness and the moonlight above her, she felt a little worry come over her. Pushing herself up from the ground, she walked around, trying to find her way, but then as she continued to walk, she heard writing against paper. Simple to the sound of a quill. She lifted her eyes, soon she was about to come into view when she tripped over a root, causing a scream to echo from her lips as she fell to the ground, feeling the grass harsh against her hands. She froze though. A voice had called her to show herself. Who was there? Who was there at this time of night? Were these people that lived in the forest? She had met some before, but they hated the castle...Most for her father. Pressing her lips together, she took in a deep gulp of air as she again pushed herself up from the ground, wiping off her skirts from the dirt. She wasn't sure who was there, and she hoped that she wasn't about to be captured...
Who is there? She asked, coming out of the shadows. She didn't see him at first, but then when she finally looked around, she saw the man. A journal in his hand and a writing utensil in the other. With his clothing, he looked like the sailor. Perhaps it was the sailors that her sister had been talking about the feelings that she had been having. This was the visitor. She watched him carefully, not to get too close. Who are you? She said worriedly. She held tightly to her skirts as she stayed close to the edge of the clearing they had been in. She could hear the sounds of frogs from a nearby brook just around the corner. She could hear crickets chirping and she was sure there were other things in this forest.
Why are you out here all alone? She motioned toward the journal. Are you a writer? She asked. He wasn't from around here. She knew that for a fact. He had looks of somewhere different. Somewhere she had never been before. Clothing didn't look similar to ones that men wore...Where was he from?