Benjamin Now that my sisters have all had their turn, I suppose it's my turn to praise my parents. I'm not going to do that.As the youngest son, all my life, I was expecting to get the short end of the stick. By the time Calista and I came around, there was nothing left to leave us. Sam and Liv got all of Alderei. Teddy was to get Lydisia. Lottie got Odel. Even Calista married a man with an estate, so she has something to leave her children. I never even had children. No one wants to marry a man with nothing. So I stayed with my parents. I suppose I could have gone off adventuring like Teddy or become a spy like Calista. I'm sure I could have settled for a low born wife and had a million children like Lottie. I chose to stay, though, I couldn't tell you why.It made my mother happy. She was sad as each child grew up and went off on their own. She missed the others. She never had to miss me. She got to continue to baby her baby.Sigh. I guess they weren't that bad. They did end up
Samuel I see you've finally come to read the words and hear the thoughts of the oldest child of the Odels and co-ruler of the greatest known kingdom, Alderei. As your king, I, Samuel Dupont of House Lydisia and Odel, grandson of the great Grand Duke Arthur Coursar, son of the most powerful sorcerer ever known Grayson of Eswen and of one of Alderei’s greatest commanders, Abigail Coursar - who themselves were King and Queen of Eswen for approximately a week (making me the heir apparent), but then decided to forgo the ruling of that kingdom for a simpler life in Alderei as a mere Grand Duchess and Duke, brother of co-ruler Olivia, brother of Theodore the Peacemaker, of Benjamin the Humble, of Charlotte the Fair, and of Calista the Powerful, humbly welcome you to my portion of this story. Oh! I'm also the nephew of the great Queens Catherine and Rose. How could I forget Aunt Rosie? She was my favorite. Yes. I come from an impressive lineage. I have several children myself and a lovely
Theodore Saving the best for last, I see? You want to know about my parents? They were wonderful people. They loved us with all they had, they loved our children with all they had, and they somehow managed to love each other even more than that. One of my earliest memories is watching my father walk up behind my mother and wrap his arms around her. She immediately stopped what she was doing - I think she was mending something - and turned to kiss him. The look she gave him afterward was so absolutely full of love that her face is the only place I've ever seen a look like it. My father always looked at her with a mixture of love and desire. She usually had that second one, too, but sometimes it was just pure love. Oh, the effect she had on my father! She could get that man to do anything with just a look. I didn't understand it until I fell in love myself. My wide, Kadija, has the same effect on me. She is so beautiful... I'm so lucky to have her. I think that was the key to
Abigail From the diaries of Abigail Coursar: One day, I hope someone finds these diaries and reads all about my life and finds inspiration in my stories. I'm not a hero, and I don't want to be, but I've tried all my life to be a good example for my people and my family. I became a Duchess at 16, after the horrible, horrible, unfair death of my mother. I was angry with the gods for quite some time after her death. My mother was wonderful and it was not fair to take her from us. My father never fully recovered. As you can probably tell, I never really have either.Thankfully, my sister survived the illness that took our mother. I would not have survived losing Rose, as well. Losing my best friend, my mother, and my sister in the span of two years would have been too much. Rose is my baby, despite only being less than two years younger than me. I've always mothered her, to an extent. She's always been my closest companion and the one person I could always trust. Rose has never failed
From the diaries of Grayson of Eswen, Duke of Odel, and Lydisia. Before I write any more, I want to be clear with anyone who finds this journal: my wife is the most amazing, smart, wonderful, kind, loving, and talented person I know. I would literally not be alive today without her. I would have died in my father's attack on Alderei. I love my wife. I always have. What can you say about someone you've loved since you were five years old?My wife gave me the family I've always wanted. She birthed six beautiful children, and we lost one little soul. Little Sawyer will always be acknowledged as part of our family and will always be in our hearts. Samuel, Olivia, Theodore, Charlotte, Benjamin, and Calista. They are the six the Mother chose to stay in this world. They are our world. I will admit to be slightly more overprotective of Olivia than the others, but she was the one we almost lost to my father. My oldest girl, my baby, was almost a sacrifice. I try not to think about my fathe
No one paid attention to Molly Monroe. She was average. She blended into the scenery, unremarkable with her shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses – she was every girl and no girl in particular. Only two people in this world had ever truly seen Molly Monroe – her mother and Tony.Tony Morales was her high school – and only – boyfriend. They had broken up about a year ago. The reasons were numerous. He traveled a lot for his job, her schedule was strange, and they never saw each other. The spark had disappeared. The break up had been ‘mutual’ in that he suggested breaking up and she knew she had nothing to offer him, so she let it happen. In high school, she had been the one ‘with so much potential.’ Now she was just a disappointment and going nowhere. She was sure that’s why Tony dumped her, though he was too kind to say it. At least they were still friends and he would take her calls. He didn’t just drop her after eight years of dating.God, she missed Tony. Almost a
A few minutes after Molly got in the shower, there was a knock at her door.“Mols?” Tony called. “Hey Molly, come on – open up.” More knocking. “Please, Mols.”Maybe she’s in the shower, he thought. He pulled out the key that Molly insisted he keep after he moved out, in case of emergency. Molly didn’t have any other family outside of her mom, so Tony was still her emergency contact. While being ignored wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t like the thought of her sitting by herself being sad. He still loved her. He had been devastated when she agreed to the breakup and didn’t even try to fight for him. He went through with the breakup because he figured she didn’t love him anymore when she didn’t fight it. They hardly saw each other due to work, even though they had lived together. They had both changed and things were different between them, but he still loved her. He knew she thought of herself as a disappointment, but he never did. The last few years dealing with her mom’s rapidly
“Molly?” he ventured.She was pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to hold up her towel and the journal with one hand. “Yes, Tony?”“What secret were you keeping?” he asked softly. He reached out and fixed her towel. If the towel slipped again, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Molly was gorgeous and he missed her so much. She wouldn’t look at him. “It doesn’t matter now,” she answered. “Please don’t jump off a bridge,” he said sadly. She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m going to put on some clothes,” she said.Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I don’t mind you in just a towel,” he said softly into her ear.She looked at him, confused. “Muddy waters, Tony, remember?” she said. “It’s your rule, not mine. I didn’t know you were out here or I wouldn’t have come out in my towel.”“But…” he started. “Do you want to get back together?” she asked angrily. “I…” he hesitated.“Please leave, Tony,” Molly said with tears in her eyes