Fortitude (The 7 Word Series) # 7

                         Fortitude never much cared for the her given name and throughout her youth tried stubbornly to find ways to modify it. Too harsh and earthy sounding with no feminine chime whatsoever. Over the decades of her life, however, ....Fortitude came to wear it like a noblewoman.

Her hobbies were archaeology, Shakespeare and long solo walks in the mountains behind her home. She took pleasure in a simple life and owned very few material items. Her daily uniform was a lazy linen blouse and an even lazier flowing linen skirt. Fortitude wore sturdy sandals made of the finest leather though......to carry her solidly through the craggy paths in the unpredictable forest. Atop her head was a crown of butterflies.

Was Fortitude beautiful? 

Oh , indeed she was but you never noticed it at first. Only after spending a moment or two in her presence did you realize her remarkable, alluring and honest way.

Her mother was Pain and her father, Imagination. Though she was a daddy's girl---Fortitude revered her mother deeply for she had taught her some of life's most important lessons.

Recently, Fortitude was invited to a Murder Mystery Dinner at the castle of Courage. His theatrical parties were the stuff of lore and legend , second only to the tales of his masterful triumphs in battle. Reserved and handsome, his heart had yet to be captured by any of the forces of the Universe.

When he'd sent off the fanciful invitation to Fortitude, Courage wondered if she would arrive wearing her crown of fluttering butterflies.