The Raven

Chapter Three: Sleepless

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Chapter Three: Sleepless

“Pray release me now mother, I must get my rest.” I pleaded, and she let me go, shoving me towards the stairs.

“Goodnight Duchess Everyngton!” She said, as I walked up the stairs. I hated the sound of that. I was not going to be his bride.

I wasn’t.

My mind was spinning. I stumbled on the stairs on the way to my bed chamber. How could she do this to me? Was I not her own daughter? Did she not love me? Once in the room, I locked the door and crashed on the bed, sobbing. I lay there crying, for what seemed like ages. When I finally lifted my head, the moon was already high in the sky, indicating that it was past midnight. The sounds downstairs had also died, so I assumed it was after midnight.

Matthew, by older brother was twenty. He was tall and well built with dark brown, straight hair and wide brown eyes. You saw the resemblance right away when you saw us together. He was my guardian. He had been the one who was always there for me. He loved me to bits, and I knew he would fall apart when he hears about the news. He would never let me marry the Duke and he wouldn’t let me go either. And I knew mother wouldn’t back down either, so they would fight, which would eventually result in fallout, just because of me. I didn’t want that. I wouldn’t let Matthew make a choice between me and Mama. I couldn’t be the reason for the destruction of his life.

I snuck out of my room and went into Matthew’s. He wasn’t here, thank heavens. I creaked his dresser open and grabbed a pair of black trousers, a black hooded cape, a white shirt with four tiny buttons and a black leather vest. Then I tiptoed back to my room, careful no to wake anyone. I slipped out of my light lavender gown, which had been designed especially for me and put on my brother’s clothes, which were baggy on me. At least I owned a pair of boots. Ha! I was doing this! I was, and nobody was there to stop me! I got an exhilarating feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t going to miss this place. My mind drifted to Matthew and James, who I was definitely going to miss. I felt a pang of pain in my chest, but I dismissed it, this was not a time for untamed emotions. I had to leave.

I took one last look at my room and climbed out of the window, holding onto the ivy growing beside my window. I climbed down safely. These trousers were a good invention. I felt good in them.

I ran towards the woods behind our estate. The raven had said there would be a horse waiting for me there, and it was there. It was beautiful. Its silky fur reflected the moonlight. I couldn’t resist, so I petted it between the eyes.

The air was cool and dense, the sky clear. After all it was February, it was still winter. I shivered as a little breeze swayed around me.

Something moved on the saddle. There was a white folded page stuck under it. I pulled it out:

“Miss Moore,

Ride north, I will join you on the way.” It said. I folded the note and stuck it in my newly-discovered pockets in my trousers.

I climbed onto the horse and squeezed its sides. The horse started to move lazily and I continued to squeeze its sides until I was soaring through the air.

After riding for more than an hour, I stopped for the horse to catch a breath.

The forest was scary at night-time. No sound could be heard, except the haunted hoot of the owl, booming at the moon.