verb.
To reel backwards. To go back to the beginning.
The chance to tell the story anew.
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'I'll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ev...
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The Prince didn't join her for dinner that evening.
Nor did Katrina see him the next day, as she was left to navigate the palace alone with Natasha, guiding themselves down the guilded, echoing corridors when they ought to have been accompanied by the man who was to be her husband. There was no doubting the beauty of her new home, but she wished there had been someone there to tell her the stories of the intricate tapestries and paintings, to explain why some wings appeared to be created from several time periods seeped into one. Old stone walls illuminated by wrought iron candelabras would give way at a turn to glittering stained glass windows, and the through a door the warm glow of chandeliers upon polished marble would reappear. Though she could likely guess the need for extension and progression throughout the years, it would have given her some deeper sense of connection to know who had made those choices - some ancestor of the Prince or another character of the palace's history. Still, she was left to muse her theories alone with Natasha.
It appeared that after their last conversation, he seemed to find no further entertainment in her company. From what Kat had gleaned from overheard conversations between the King and Queen, and the servants who bustled around them, the Prince was resolutely spending his hours at the barracks, unwilling to be coaxed away by prospects of food or company. If his parents suspected the reasoning behind their son avoiding his new bride, they didn't speak of it, continuing to endeavour to include Katrina where they could. Speaking kindly with her at meals, inviting her to take tea with the Queen each afternoon so that they could examine samples of gowns and shades of embroidered silks and satins, with the intention of choosing what she was to be wearing when presented to her husband at the end of the month of courtship.
Some cynical piece of Katrina wondered why the Prince hadn't called an end to these weeks of charade. If this contract was so inescapable, surely simply accepting their fate and beginning their lives together would be preferable. Even if those lives were to be lived as separately as they were now.
