Orb's Year 941
Garth grinned tiredly. "No, I've gotten it all taken care of. Tomorrow I'll fertilize the ground and plant some more seeds."
"Why are you always so busy?" his youngest cousin, Ingrid, asked.
Garth ruffled her hair before trodding off to to bed. "We have to put food on the table, now don't we!"
Cade shook his head. "I know. But, we're just not able to work in the fields like we used to!"
"He hasn't been going to school with his cousins, choosing to stay here and tend the fields," Braden observed.
Cade sighed with true regret. "I know. We've talked to him and he refuses to stop. Stubborn!" he added with a grumble.
Orb's Year 942
But, he knew that the family depended on him. He was the only male in his generation. The work fell to him.
Duty aside, this was the reason he worked so hard. His family. He toiled because the elders, his sister and his cousins depended on him. He pushed aside his dreams of knighthood and jousting and chivalry because they were unrealistic.
He was a farmer... plain and simple.
Garth wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "No, no more match-making, Benji! You saw how well it worked last time!"
"But Garth! I just want you to find true love like I have! I want to raise our children together! Maybe my son will marry your daughter one day!"
As he walked back to the fields, Garth smothered a weary sigh. Because deep down, he wanted what his parents had...
Orb's Year 944
Some days it felt like there was always one more task to be done...
Queen Deidre smiled as she shook the farmer's hand. "Well... it seems that I am in need of a serving girl..."
With a heavy heart, he sat down on the bench and looked at his family.
Braden cleared his throat. "Well, it seems that the Queen is in need of a serving girl since your sister Gia has been granted permission to marry the Potter boy. So, either Helga or Ingrid must go..."
Ingrid glanced across the table at Helga's stricken face and didn't hesitate. "I'll go!" she said. "I think it would so romantic to live in the castle and see all the royalty and noblemen in their fine dresses! And I was ever so jealous of Gia growing up, living in the castle! Helga, you don't mind, do you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Helga shook her head vehemently. "No! Not at all! If you feel so strongly about it..." A twinge of guilt hit her. She worried that Ingrid didn't know what she was giving up...
Garth walked up to his Uncle Braden. "I'm going to market, anyways. I'll take her."
Braden nodded sadly.
"Did you see any handsome knights while you were there?" Helga asked, already picturing a dashing, handsome man on a white horse.
"Did the King ask to see you when you dropped Ingrid off?" Harlow asked.
"Of course not, you dolt! The Queen is the one that handles the household! I bet he met the Queen!" Helga said in a knowing voice.
"I'm not a dolt!" Harlow said, stomping her foot and glaring at her cousin. "You're..."