In which Robin De Noir mistakes Olive Heliotrope for the Moon Princess, and the two star-crossed enemies must work together to break a curse.
❝ Oh, I can't
Stop you putting roots in my dreamland
My house of stone, your ivy...
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THE NEXT MORNING, golden rays of sunlight splashed across the room like honey. Olive awoke peacefully, feeling well-rested.. perhaps the most well-rested she had felt in years.
The aroma of something sweet wafted into her senses. As she rolled over, Olive came to notice a small plate of cookies on her bedside table, along with a glass of milk.
"Curious," she muttered, sitting up in bed to get a better look. Surely, those hadn't been there last night. With a soft finger, Olive traced the rim of the plate, which was clear of dust. She picked up a single cookie, still warm to the touch. Naturally, her appetite got the best of her, and she took a bite.
"Oh," she mumbled, through a mouth-full of bliss. The cookie was soft on the inside, with an outer layer of crispness, and tasted of cinnamon and sugar – like heaven. She washed it down with a sip of milk.
This place is like heaven, Olive thought. If only her parents were there..
Olive had a habit of pushing those thoughts away, when she had them. For she knew no matter how much she wished for them, her parents couldn't come back.
Suddenly remembering her eagerness to explore Moonacre, Olive hopped out of bed. Excitedly, she pranced over to her bag, and sorted out her clothes for the day, hurriedly getting dressed. She had no idea how late she'd slept, but given the depth of comfort she'd found in her new bed, Olive imagined she must've slept in far later than usual.
Before heading downstairs for breakfast, she opened the balcony doors and stepped outside. She could still smell the flowers, and even see the beautiful things growing in the garden below. Olive couldn't believe that everything was still there after she woke up; her room, the balcony, the garden – all of it felt like a dream.
She felt as though she were a princess.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
Olive clambered down the steps, holding her skirts in her hands. She nearly collided straight into Maria, who was graciously making her way down to breakfast as well.
"Oh!" the girls exclaimed, simultaneously.
"Maria! I suspected I would be the last one to breakfast!" Olive explained, slowing her stride to match the younger girl's. "I do hope you slept well."
"Indeed," said Maria. "I take it you did the same?"
"I did," Olive confirmed. As they came upon the end of their descent, Olive noticed the fairytale book they'd begun to read their last night in London, cradled against Maria's chest. She was about to ask if Maria had read any more, when they met Sir Benjamin in the hall. It was if he had been waiting for them to come down.
"Ladies," Sir Benjamin greeted, pointing to the dining room. "We're taking breakfast through here."
Olive and Maria headed for the double doors to the dining room, but before they could make it through, Sir Benjamin's scrutinizing eyes fell upon the book in Maria's arms. His gaze narrowed, brows furrowing.
