1830-How Suikoden Changes Your Life
Valedictory
A/N: The last one! Another weird prompt, so...enjoy! This went way back to the first chapter.*escapes
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In early spring this quaint Harmonian village was a creation of beauty. River plowed through the heart of the place, bringing life to green patches of crops that would find way to the modest kitchenettes around the country came Fall. The temperature was still low, but no longer the frigid wind of yestereve. Buds popped in many places, one would surely find them blossom beautifully in time.
It was in this sweetest moment in the world that Rosa Atreides felt her heart ached with pang of loneliness. This place, chosen carefully by Marcel as their safe haven, was something out of her favorite painting. Picturesque scenery in everyday sight, soothing view to sore eyes. But it couldn't be so different from her lovely Dunan settlements. During this time of the year, as days rolled in abandon to her feelings, Rosa thought she was sadly misplaced. It was a world she didn't belong to.
Far away from the war, far away from her past. Marcel repeatedly told her such words. Marco didn't share her uneasiness when they left Kyaro, not when they assumed new identities when forced to shed the name Atreides, not when she had to pretend she didn't care anymore for her country. Here it was far away from the war, far away from her past.
How could they expect her to lead a new life when so much questions were left unanswered from her stint as a 'Rosa Atreides'? When her own son was removed from her and slowly became a feared stranger? She ought to worry. She ought to. A mother she was, even to a monster born in the injustice of politics.
What should be for dinner, she mused. She always found her solace in domestic affairs. Maids were aplenty, but keeping tabs of the groceries and laundry list grounded her to her sanity. She had all the time in the world without nothing to do, if she was to schedule her day any other way.
Ah, carrots. She was reminded of her baby son, so hilariously cute in his loathings of this vegetable. Why couldn't they live in those days a little bit longer?
The way home seemed so far.
"Ah, Lady Rosa! Are you Lady Rosa?"
A girl rose to her feet, her dress fluttered in the wind. Wide smile plastered on her face, Rosa couldn't help but smiling before something clicked. This girl knew her! Her real name! She was supposed to panic, but such radiant smile...there shouldn't be any malice, right?
In her silence, the stranger looked into her eyes.
"You must be her! Your eyes look just the same!"
Her eyes looked just the same...with who?
So Rosa, bewildered in anticipation, let herself led by the excited little girl.
For the first time in many months, she let her hope rose.
