Written in 30 minutes
Writing Prompt #1,265
One evening, a young man knocks on your family's front door, seeking shelter from the brutal magic-fed thunderstorm. He is soaking wet and shivering from the cold, so you offer him blankets, a cup of tea, and a spot by the burning fire. He thanks you for your hospitality and tells you that he is on his way to the Kargrove Manor, the home of one of the wealthiest families in your county. You speak of your distaste for the Kargrove family and their varied businesses, making the wealthy wealthier and the poor poorer. The young man says nothing and, once the storm has subsided, leaves your home. The following day, you go to the town center to gather food and materials but are stopped when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople part to make way for it, and whispers pick up as people gossip about the carriage's inhabitants. Suddenly, the carriage door opens right in front of you, and you stumble back and fall to the dirt ground to avoid being hit. Grumbling, you see a hand extend in front of your face, offering assistance. When you look up, you spot the familiar features of the young man you welcomed into your home last night as hushed voices rise to declare, "Mr. Kargrove."
Sophia feel into a deep sleep. Whenever, she falls into this sleep she is transported to the heavens to see her family. She is the only one left in her family. A loud knocking sound makes me jump and drop the book I was reading. The knocking sound comes again and I look toward my front door. Who could be at out here this late at night? Thunder rolls and lighting lights up the sky. Especially when this storm is being fueled by the Kargrove’s. The person knocks again. In my rush to get up, my book falls to the ground making a loud thud. I make it to the door to see a young man, soaked to the bone. ‟Oh. Dear. Come inside.” I usher him inside and out of the pissed off storm. ‟I think I still have some of my fathers clothes.” I say rushing off toward my parents old room. I rummage through their old dresser and find a pair of sweets and an tee. I grab a towel on my way out of their room. I really need to get their room cleaned out. They been gone for over a year. ‟The bathroom is right over here.” I say swinging my hand towards the bathroom door. I push the clothes and towel into his arms. ‟Get changed and I can wash your clothes so, that they are dry in the morning.” I say quickly. The man just nods and heads into the bathroom. I walk back over towards where my book is laying on the ground. I bend over and pick it up. I notice that in my rush to get to the front door I didn’t mark the page I was on. ‟Fuck, I’m going to have to search for it.” I say as I place the book on the table next to couch.
‟Thank you Ma’am.” The male says. I jump and squeak.
‟You’re welcome sir. It’s the least I could do since the Kargrove’s pissed off the storm with their magic.” I says offhandedly.
‟How do you know the Kargrove’s are behind the storm?” He asks.
‟Oh, that’s just.” I trail off. I look over at him and my heart stops. He looks so handsome. ‟It’s nothing. I’ve heard it on the wind.” I stumble over my words.
‟Ah, okay.” He says.
‟Here let me make you a cup of coffee, to help warm you up.” I rush into the kitchen, before my mouth can say anything else. After, I make the coffee, I take it out to him. ‟Here you go.” I say awkwardly. He gives me a small smile.
‟Thank you.” He says taking the cup of coffee. We spend the rest of the night in silence. I end up passing out on the love seat. When I wake up the next morning he is gone and the only thing here to say that the man was here is the folded blankets. I get up and realize that I have no food left in this damn house.
‟Alright, lets head into town.” I say into the empty house. I dress and start my walk into town. I barely make into town when a large carriage comes clattering down the road. The townspeople scramble out out of the way. Their whispers pick up as some people gossip about the carriage's inhabitants. Before I know the Carriage is right in front of me and the door is swing open causing me to stumble back and I end up falling to the dirt. ‟Fucking hell,” I grumble as a hand is extend in front of my face, offering assistance. Looking up at the face attached to the hand and I squeak out. ‟Sir.”
"Mr. Kargrove." I hear someone from behind me says and my eyes widen.
‟You’re?” I say.
