This is the story of Willow Michael Witch, born from the mistress of a married man, on May 13th, 1609.__________________________________
The first time I saw her, I was eighteen years old.
It was my cousin's twenty-first birthday ball - she was twenty-one now, and the daughter of my father's brother. But none of the guests acknowledged me as his son, though everyone knew the reality of things.
But
her.
She was dancing in the arms of an unknown man, who was tall and blonde, perhaps sixteen or seventeen. Definitely younger than myself.
But the girl in question, was Elisabeth Darcy.
She was beautiful for a girl of her age, only fourteen.
Her hair was the the palest of blonds I had ever seen, long and curled.
She had a small face, and skin paler than snow - but her eyes were the most amazing. They were a bright blue, brighter than I had ever seen in my entire lifetime.
I could see the musicians stop as they paused to change tune, but in my mind it was still playing ... all I could see was her face.
It was so beautiful.
My cousin Mary smiled as she saw the attention I was paying to Elisabeth.
" That Eliza Darcy - she's the daughter of one of father's friends. But she's an orphan now, living with her Aunt Amalia in Bath. She's a dear girl, you know."
I frowned, my grasp tightening around the glass of wine I was holding in my hand.
" W - what are you talking about? I was ... watching the dancers." I stuttered nervously.
Mary sighed, still smiling.
" So deceptive, Will! But even then you're not so good at it. I'm not
stupid, you know."
" I'm not lying, Mary." I answered.
Mary bit her lip, and surprised me as she marched over to the dance floor, spent a few minutes talking to
Eliza, and marched right back up to me, the young girl holding her hand.
" Mary, I - !"
Mary stopped me, a grin on her face.
" Eliza, this is Willow. He's caught an interest with you, apparently, and is denying it."
Eliza's face lit up, and a smile appeared on her small face.
" Really - ?" she coughed, straightened her posture and corrected herself. " It's a pleasure to meet you, Willow."
I chuckled, and Mary left us silently.
" Same goes here. Is it all right if I pry who was the man with whom you were dancing with, earlier?" I asked, the need to satisfy my curiosity urgent.
Eliza smiled from the corner of her mouth.
" That was my cousin, George. He's courting
Mary."
Surprised, I began to stutter again.
" Oh ... So you're alone? T- tonight, I mean."
" My Aunt is in London for the weekend, so I accompanied her. She's been watching me all night, acting as my chaperone."
- to be continued- (sorry if my history is bad, but I've never been too good at it.)