Snippet #2301004

Frederick Florian

“Nobody knows I’m alive.” He thinks to himself as he lies on his hammock in the middle of the forest. He had just gotten back from sword play, alone. Now he was relaxing in front of his cabin (alone) that he’d built before deciding to run from his responsibilities. The cabin he shared with no one. He was once a social butterfly. He loved being the center of attention. Now he was just alone, his own thoughts to keep him company. Sometimes the wolf came by and as unpleasant as that was he hungered for companionship.

Well, now and again he would receive a pigeon with a brief message on it. Sometimes about his daughter, sometimes about Snow. When he helped to steal the Love Stone he had hoped it would stop his love completely. Love is a wretched emotion. It had destroyed his freedom and given him more responsibilities than he had ever wanted. He had expected to marry a wife with no spirit and rule the kingdoms through his adviser. But no, he had to fall in love with the strongest woman he had ever met. Frustrated to where his thoughts had led him he bounds off of the hammock just as the rain begins.

As much as he tries he can not rid himself for the love he feels for his family. From what the letters suggest, she still loves him, even though she somehow found out that he wasn’t really dead. How she knows makes no difference. He could go back to her on his hands and knees and beg forgiveness. “No. I will never go back to that life.” He growls aloud as the thunder rumbles overhead and the rain pours down on him. He runs his hands through his hair. He would talk to wolf. The man was a monster but an intelligent monster. All of this thinking has gotten Frederick frustrated. He’s just going in circles. There has to be another way.