Courtship

Humor, prompts

He was so taken by her fragile beauty. After a few weeks of courting her, he asked her father the permission to ask for hand in marriage. The father knew of nothing in dispraise of the young man. He was of noble birth. His family was endowed with both good name and fortune. All things considered, he gave his consent to the eager suitor to address the question to his daughter.

It was a tacit agreement that she would not be averse to this arrangement. He invited her to go for a stroll in the beautifully laid garden of her father’s estate. As they walked they conversed about mundane things. Finally he asked her to be seated on one of the benches, scattered in the shady arbor. And gathering his courage, he asked the question, to the object of his desire. “Arabella, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” She cast her eyes downwards and blushed a pretty shade of pink. “Anthony, I love you like a brother and cannot agree to marry you. I am deeply honored that you proposed to me but I am in love with someone else and hence will have to refuse your gracious offer” He was totally unprepared for this response and was annoyed by the answer. But keeping his emotions under control he asked her who the lucky beau was. Still blushing, she replied shyly that he was the young man her father had employed as the gardener.

Written in response to the following;

Your daily word prompt;

Dispraise

FOWC;

Tacit

RDP;

Garden

Word of the day challenge;

Desire

#Keepitalive

#FOWC

#RDP

Published by Sadje

I am writing to express my opinion, share my experiences and to maybe provide some insight. My blog is addressing women at 50 ( but men are welcome to read my posts) ,their issues and the questions that come up at this stage in life. I don’t aim to teach, but to learn together.

Published

24 thoughts on “Courtship”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.