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Different Worlds

By: Kaleigh Hall







It was with a heavy heart that she watched her lover ride off into the horizon, his steed kicking up dust as it galloped along. She fell to her knees, further dirtying her once beautiful dress. The tears slipped from her emerald eyes and fell down her porcelain face. She hung her head, her platinum hair falling to hide her despair. She took a deep, shuddering breath as a fresh wave of tears and memories washed over her, submersing her.



“I.. I do not wish to live this way, beloved Adeline.” The young woman sighed, resting her hand upon his.

“I do not wish it either. But you want to be with me, no?” Adeline asked.

“More than anything!” exclaimed the young man in earnest, grasping her hand in his.

“Then this is how we must live. The only way for us to be together is these secret meetings, the secret letters. My father would never approve of our love, you must know that,” she said, averting her eyes from his gaze. Alexander pulled away from her, running a hand through his unruly brown hair. He sighed in frustration.

“I am not seeking his approval! It is not his love I am after!” he said roughly.

“You have my love!”

“Not openly! I have your secret love. I want our love to be open, for all people to know. I want people to see that we are happy, despite our wealth. I want to show the world that a rich, beautiful noblewoman can fall in love with a poor, lowly peasant…” he said. His voice had grown soft as he spoke, and was now broken and desperate.

Adeline stood up, and with a graceful smoothness walked, almost glided, over to him. She wrapped her arms around his torso from behind, resting her head on his back. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent. He smelled like the forest, like fresh open air, the air into which he was born. She loved it all.

“One day I will tell him. When he has decided on a husband for me, I will tell him then. But until then, I must ask you to endure these secret meetings just a bit longer, my love,” she whispered. She felt his hands upon hers, felt their calluses from his years of hard work in his village.

“Will you truly tell him?” he whispered.

“I will. And you will be there beside me. And if he does not give us his blessing, then I will disown myself, and we will start our life together in your village.” She smiled. “Your mother and sisters will teach me how to sew, and I’ll learn how to ride bareback, and hunt.” She paused for a moment to imagine what it would be like to live with him in his village. Though it would be hard work, she knew she could like it. “And we will start a family of our own.”

Alexander was smiling now. Life could be good like that. The village loved her; she was the most kindred soul that tiny village had ever known. She helped bring in the crops, and if the harvest wasn’t so good, she would bring food from the palace and give it to the villagers, along with blankets and other means of surviving the countries harsh winters.

“I will stand by your side, beloved Adeline. Forever, and a day.”



And so he rode away from her once more. She would not see him for another fortnight. And she knew her tears were unnecessary, but she shed them anyway. She did not like the life of secrecy that she was living, but she could not help it. She could not help who she fell in love with. In one month, her father would present her future husband to her. And in one month, she and Alexander would stand in front of her father, and tell him that he had two choices. One: he could give them his blessing, and they would be free to live their life in the palace, or even have one of their own. Or two: he could say no. Adeline would then disown herself, and they would live the rest of their lives in his village.

She wanted her father to see things the way she saw them, and she could only hope he would do so. Pulling herself halfheartedly to her feet, she stared out into the distance, where the only thing that remained of her beloved Alexander was a plume of dust rising into the night air.

“Farewell for now, my love,” she whispered. A breeze picked up, carried her voice out to him. And somehow, she knew in her heart that he heard it.