As the girls settle into some gossip a knock comes on the big wooden door.

A small basket lies at their feet they pick it up and take it inside and walk back to their seated area

Oranges walks abit slowly as she recognized the crest on the envelope to be robs she put the basket down and shakily opens the letter

Dear ladies and my special oranges,

It comes a time in ones life to sit and asses the world as it passes by to watch the birds sing, the moon glow and to watch the windows weep as a drop of water rolls down them.

For tonight was one of great interest, of great highs and situations that can only be described as emotions running at there peak.

As I sit here now in my cold empty room with the crackling of the fire only to keep me company I can still see the faint candles burning from the castle to which you dwell.

The faint giggling in the wind that sends a chill up my spine was I a pawn in your plans, but I felt a feeling I never did before when staring into oranges eyes with this moment being held forever frozen in time.

I wonder though

Signed

Rob

p.s ……..ain the rest is smudged almost as if a tear had fallen creating the ink to dance about the page.

In the basket lay a single glass pawn piece from a chess board and a single red rose