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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You will be my destruction.
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"Your Highness?"
At the soft call from the door of her bedchamber, Katrina turned from where she had been absently staring at the arrangement of combs on her dressing table, as one of the maids assigned to her finished pinning her hair back in loose, tumbling curls. Smiling softly to acknowledge the kitchen maid that hesitated in the open doorway, she rose from where she was seated before the mirror.
"Has the Lady Natasha summoned me for breakfast?" She hummed, brushing a crease from her gown and glancing back to the mirror to check the shadows beneath her eyes were not too prominent. She had found it difficult to sleep soundly these last few nights, with the air in the palace so heavy with the unspoken anxiety that surrounded the threat of Hydrain. Not to mention the accompanying anticipation that came with the fact that her wedding was mere days away.
"Well- actually, not the Lady. I- you see the Prince met me in the corridor and..." Clearing her throat, the maid seemed to desperately try to find the phrasing to explain her predicament. "Forgive me, but- he insisted on taking your breakfast from me - and said I must deliver a message, if you will forgive the boldness, I am only recounting his words - 'if the Princess wishes to have her breakfast before it grows cold, she had best come and find it' - I tried to protest, your Highness-"
"You must not beg forgiveness for the mischief of a Prince." Kat laughed softly, stepping forward to affectionately take the girl's hands as they twisted at the white linen of her apron and giving a reassuring squeeze. "He is very wicked for putting you in such a position and I shall personally see to it that he is reprimanded most harshly." The teasing note in her voice pulled a tiny smile from the maid as she released her hands and stepped towards the door. "Now, if you will kindly point me in the direction that my kidnapped breakfast travelled?"
Chosing to hide in the breakfast room on the ground floor of the palace seemed remarkably uncreative, and Katrina made sure to inform the Prince of that when she found him grinning at her from the chair he lounged in by the tall window, bathed in the golden light of the morning sun spilling in. Rising from the small table where he had laid their breakfast, he strode to meet her with his arms extended, catching her fingers in his and drawing her close with an effortless magnetism that guided her feet into place before her thoughts could catch up.
