The morning sunlight continued to stream through Rosalie's bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the room as she gathered her resolve.
She moved around with quiet determination, her mind set on the task ahead. Carefully, she placed some food into her bag, a few provisions that she had managed to sneak from the kitchen earlier.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning and her heart pounded with fear and excitement.
"♪ If I were the daughter of a blacksmith, I'd still know the smell of hay I would feel the sound, Of hooves on the ground, As the horses passed my way ♪"
"♪ And if I were the daughter of a blacksmith, He would teach his trade to me I would watch and learn, 'Til it came my turn, To carry on his legacy ♪"
"♪ I am not the daughter of a blacksmith, Though what a change that would be I am just a dreamer in my castle, But I'll find my sister, wait and see ♪"
As she secured the last item, Bucky scampered up to the window, his tiny eyes reflecting his curiosity.
"I'm going to do it, Bucky." Rosalie whispered, her voice steady. "I'm going to find my sister."
Bucky chittered softly, his little nose twitching as though sensing the gravity of her decision.
He looked conflicted, clearly concerned about Rosalie leaving the safety of the castle again.
Rosalie reached out and gently stroked his fur, her expression resolute. "It's a sign of why I need to be out there. I think.. I need to be the one to bring my sister home. I can't let her be gone another day."
Learning from her previous mishap in town, Rosalie retrieved a hooded cloak from her closet, its dark fabric perfect for concealing her identity.
She didn't want anything to give her away out there. She slipped it on, pulling the hood over her head and felt a sense of empowerment within.
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"♪ If I were a fisherman's daughter, My clothes would smell of the sea The salt in the air would tangle my hair, When the waves reached out to me ♪"
"♪ And if I were a fisherman's daughter, His boat would display my name "Rosalie," he'd shout, as we journeyed out, "The sea is ours to claim." ♪"
"♪ I am not a fisherman's daughter, Though what a change that would be I have hardly travelled from my castle, But I'll find my sister, wait and see ♪"
With careful precision, Rosalie began to pack essentials into her bag - snacks for her journey. She wanted to be prepared for whatever lay ahead.
Before leaving, she sat at her desk and wrote a heartfelt letter to her parents, explaining her decision and the reasons behind it. She hoped they would understand, even if they were so angry.
