I Mean This From The Bottom Of My Heart: No One Is Impressed By Your Loud Ass Car. Actually We Talked

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The air is crisp today. The flowers may wilt in the coming weather. Adam makes himself busy picking some for you, ones he think will look pretty tangled in your hair. The knights snicker when they see the bouquet he has made, but they make no comments.

He goes to see you. He must see you.

You are not in the kitchen, which is odd. The ladies are working on food for a royal banquet that shall be held tonight. A noble family is visiting, hoping their son may be a suitor for the princess.

"Where is...?" Adam asks, his voice surprisingly soft. Mary glances at him and smiles.

"She is at the gates, I believe. She is meeting—"

She is not able to tell him. He is already gone.

He goes around the grounds to the front of the castle. There is a crowd, a carriage that noblemen are exiting. There are knights and servants busying themselves with their horses and supples. And then there is you, standing on the outskirts, your back to him. He is approaching you when you squeal with delight, picking up your skirt and running to the knights.

His heart drops when you jump into one of their arms.

He stares, feeling an ache in his chest as the man spins you in the air, the two of you laughing and smiling.

And then, an unquenchable rage builds.

"Look at you!" you say when the man sets you down. "You have grown so tall. And your beard," you marvel, touching his jaw.

"And look at you! You have grown so beautiful, Y/N!"

"Oh, hush!"

"I mean it. I am sure the men of the castle fight for the chance to speak to you. Constantine must be jealous!"

"Oh..." You pull away, smoothing your skirt. "Constantine... he is—"

A large hand finds the man's neck, holding tight.

"Adam!"

"I will kill you," he says, strangling the man, almost lifting him off the ground. "I will rip you piece by piece!"

"Adam, you unhand him this instant!" you yell, grabbing his forearm and pulling. "You let go of my brother right now!"

Adam falters, releasing the man after a moment. He gasps, stepping back, touching his throat. You rush to him.

"Bernard, are you alright?" you ask, worry in your tone as you touch his face. He nods and you sigh, turning to Adam, your face scrunched in a hideous scowl. You stomp toward him, slapping him across the face. "How dare you?! How dare you attack my brother as if he is an enemy?!"

"I... my lady, I did not know. I thought—"

"I do not care what you thought! You have no right to act like a cruel beast, you—"

"Y/N," Bernard grabs your shoulder, steadying you. "It is alright. I am fine." He looks to Adam, giving an uncertain smile. "You are quite strong, sir. I was not prepared."

"I..." He swallows, feeling foolish. "You are lady Y/N's brother?"

"Yes, sir." He holds out his hand, a peace offering. "I am Bernard, Y/N's eldest brother."

Adam blinks, taking the hand and shaking it.

"Eldest?"

"Eldest of eight, sir."

"Eight..." Adam looks at you. "I... I did not know you had brothers."

"Five, to be exact." Bernard pats your shoulder as you cross your arms. "Y/N here is the baby."

"The baby..." Adam clears his throat, bowing slightly. "I am sorry, sir. I did not know you were related."

"Tis alright, good sir. You were merely defending Constantine's honor!" Bernard smiles at you. "Tell me, sister, have you had children yet?"

You shift, staring at the ground.

"I have not. Sir Constantine... died in battle... before we could marry."

"Oh..." Bernard pulls you to his chest, holding you as you wrap your arms around him. "Oh, my dear sister, I am so sorry..."

"I have grieved," you say, patting his back before pulling away. Bernard flattens his mouth before looking back at Adam.

"Then... who are you, good sir?"

Adam swallows.

"Sir Adam Fischer, sir. I am a royal knight at this castle."

"Ah, I see." He shifts on his legs, pointing at the bouquet in his hands. "And the flowers? Are they yours, or for your lady?"

"They..." Adam looks at you, holding the flowers tighter. "They are for..."

Bernard looks between the two of you and smiles.

"For my sister? How kind of you, sir!" He pats your shoulder as you turn away. "Y/N, look at the flowers he has picked for you."

"I will not accept them," you snarl, hands clasping at your apron.

"Sister, do not be so cold. They are a gift." Bernard beckons Adam to hand him the flowers. When he does so, Bernard holds them in front of your face, rubbing your back. "Look! Tis a lovely bouquet. Please, take them and smile."

You hesitate, eventually taking the flowers from your brother and bringing them close.

"Very good. Now, you must give me a tour of your castle. Show me all the best hiding spots." He jostles your shoulders and you huff out a laugh. He holds out his arm and you take it, beginning to walk with him. Bernard looks back to Adam and smiles. "We shall speak later, good sir!"

Adam watches the two of you walk away, his heart heavy.

At the dining hall in the evening, Bernard waves Adam to his table. He pats the seat beside him.

"I saved you a chair, good sir!"

"Thank you," Adam says, taking his seat. They gather food in silence as the room bustles around them.

"I... I am sorry for being so foolish today, sir," Adam says, hanging his head. "I... I was worried that..."

"You thought my sister was hugging a possible suitor, did you not?" he asks, looking at Adam. He glances at Bernard and nods. Bernard barks out a laugh. "So silly. But I would have done the same when I was younger with my wife. I accept your apology."

"Thank you, sir."

"You fancy her?" he asks, and Adam nods again. "I can tell. You are not subtle, good sir."

"I... I simply cannot help myself."

"What do you like of her?"

"She..." He sighs, resting his cheek in his hand. "She is beautiful. She is kind and sweet, and smart, and hard working. I admire her."

"There are many good reasons to like my sister." He shovels food into his mouth. "Are you courting her?"

"I am trying, sir." Bernard laughs.

"She is as stubborn as a mule at times. She will come to you if you practice patience."

Adam twists his mouth, thinking. Bernard watches him as he takes a bite of bread.

"She spoke of you today." Adam's eyes widen.

"She did?"

"Yes." He takes a sip of beer. "She said you were strong, which I have already experienced. She said you are brash and crude, and that you do not know manners at times."

Adam pokes his food with his fork, unable to find his appetite.

"She likes you a great deal."

Adam stops, looking at Bernard who is smiling into the distance.

"How can you tell, sir?"

"She is easy to read to me, always has. She tries to hide her feelings, but she is not always good at it." He scratches at his beard. "She was very careful with the flowers you gave. She touched them a great deal. She did not stop me when I put one of them behind her ear."

Adam hums, beginning to eat.

"I only ask that you treat her kindly. She deserves a good husband who will provide for her."

"I want to give her everything," he says, grabbing a piece of bread. He looks up at Bernard, who is smiling at him.

"You are a good man. I think you will suit her well."

Adam goes to the kitchen after dinner to apologize to you, but you are not there. He sees the bouquet he picked for you, sitting on the kitchen table, in a vase with water.

He feels his heart swell.

Helpppp

The rope wrapped around my neck,

The way my feet left the ground.