"Well, what are you staring at?" my stepsister Jemma snaps.
I tear my gaze away from the fine paper in her hands. "Nothing!" I answer with a smile. In my mind, I recite the words that I know are inside the invitation. And those words are extended to me.
I excuse myself and go out to the courtyard. There is the carriage and the poor foaming horses. My stepmother has worn them to the point of death again. I stroke their large noses gently and then move to their necks. I undo the buckles and straps of their bridles and harnesses. I removed the tack and they willingly follow me to the well. I draw some water and use the rag on my hair to wipe their sweat away.
"Poor thing. She wore you out, didn't she? Well, I know just what to do for you, right, Flicka?" I murmur to the large black mare. She snorts and pushes me with her nose.
"Hey! Careful!"
She nickers in response and I laugh. "All right, I'll hurry up!"
I begin to wipe her sister Phantom down. "Can't wait to have some of those oats, can you?" I coo and Phantom's ear flicks toward me.
I finish and give them each a kiss before I lead them to the stables. I give them their promised oats and go outside. I take the bucket of dirty water and throw it onto the herb garden.
"Excuse me, miss, but could I have a drink?" a masculine voice asks.
I jump. How had he come up without my hearing him? I turn to answer and there is the prince.
"Your highness!" I gasp like a fool. I feel my cheeks heating. "Of course!" I run to the well and begin to draw the water.
"You talk to your horses often?" the prince asks me as I hand him the dipper.
I nearly die of mortification. "Y-y-yes," I stammer. "I have no one else to talk to."
"They're very good horses," he comments as he hands back the empty dipper. "Thank you for the drink. But I"m afraid I must be on my way."
"You're welcome, your highness," I answer with a curtsy. As I stand, our eyes meet. All thoughts flee and I stare, hypnotized. He seems to consider saying something but breaks the contact. He mounts and leaves.
As soon as he disappears, my knees buckle and I sink to the ground. I could not believe it. I had met the prince.
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Ringo-Ichigo's random stories
I'll just be writing short stories up here about whatever I feel like. They could be fanfiction, mysteries, ghost stories, dreams, or anything. Think of this as a little smidgen of what goes on in my head.
For many crowns of violets
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist