I hope you're all having a safe summer and get in as much free time as you can before the fall :)
Now, honestly, I hate notes like this.
But to cut to the chase, no this story is not over.
VOWS is not discontinued.
Over the last year, a lot of stuff has happened in my life. I was in nursing school, but that was a bit overwhelming at the time so I decided to take some time off to work. So I went to work. And it's honestly been such a wonderful experience. I gained new experiences, I found my own place to live, I feel like I've grown.
But there's also been some bad stuff going on. At the end of May, my family suffered a very painful, rather unexpected loss. So since then everything has been so up in the air and I dragged my feet, not wanting to deal with any of it.
This is not meant to be any kind've "feel sorry for me" note. I just wanna explain to you guys that real life really got in the way, and my muse kinda faded away.
But I promise you, this story will be finished. I will not just post a summary chapter of what will happen because I feel it will be a disservice, not only to myself, but to everyone whose followed the story from the start, and those who have picked up and started reading along the way, and have liked it enough to remain invested.
I understand that this entire note may not be read through but I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone whose ever commented, to everyone who wanted to keep reading, to everyone who sent help and suggestions. Thank you guys, you really made me work harder and want to be a better story teller.
More to come :D
(PS: ALSO, ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN, THERE IS A POLISHED UP VERSION OF THIS STORY! I'VE ONLY MADE IT THROUGH TO CHAPTER 19, BUT I LOVE WHAT I'VE BEEN ABLE TO DO. NOTHING IS CHANGED PLOT WISE, BUT I THINK IT READS A LOT NICER. MY USER NAME IS THE SAME)
A week passed with hardly more than a whisper. At least from Maeve's point of view, and she knew herself to be quite dim when it came to certain things. Arrogance and pride were far worse sins than stupidity, she had learned, and so she lingered in uncertainty, wondering if the layer of unease was of her own imagining or something real. But really, how could she not be ignorant of the outside goings on when Jon kept her locked away in this chamber all day?
A week they'd been married, and for a week the only constant had been the dark bedchamber she and Edrick dwelled within. Jon called it keeping her safe. Maeve called it hiding. For a time, she had thought the two one in the same, the same intention but with two different routes. After three days of nothing, Maeve's fears had cooled.
"The king has more to worry about than us," She'd said to her son as she swaddled him up in warm blankets lined with soft fur. Jon had brought them to her, and she'd thrown her arms around him without second thought, heart soaring to know he had kept their son warm. It did not escape her notice how he'd tensed, but she had no heart to ask him why.
At present, she looked to her baby, his tiny form swallowed up in his wrappings. "I mean, look at you. You're a itsy little mouse." Her voice was jovial and teasing as she leaned her face close to her baby's. "And I'm a big hungry lion," she growled softly, scrunching up her nose. "And I eat little mice." She fished his little hand from the furs, and pretended to eat his fingers, lips drawn over her teeth so she didn't accidentally nip him.