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 came for me.
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Katrina's hands shook as she turned the key in the lock of her double chamber doors, staggering back a few steps with a hasty breath that pressed against the boning of her corset.
"Your Highness- the door, is it locked?"
"Y-yes, yes Peter." She called in reply to the voice that carried through the heavy wood, ashamed by the fearful shake that entered her words as she did so. She had tried so valiantly to appear composed as the young squire had hurried her up the stairs to her bedchamber, passing the preparation for her upcoming wedding without so much as a backwards glance, all the while listening to the fading orders of the Prince as he called for the palace and grounds to be searched. She had kept her hands from clawing at the skirts of her gown as she had watched Peter frantically search her chamber, trying to banish the images of some unknown foe from her mind as she imagined someone leaping out as he cast back her curtains and bedclothes.
"Do not be afraid, my lady." Peter's muffled reassurance came as she pressed her hands to her ribs, vainly attempting to steady her breaths as she stared at the door, "The Prince and I have both sworn to let no harm befall you."
"I know- I know..." Her words were no less unsteady as her mind flashed with the image of the broken window, and the thought that the sanctuary of their home had been breached. That the Prince feared that someone had somehow gained entry to the palace, with the likely intent of taking her from him.
She could not force herself to think of anything but his words, the night in the library when he had revealed the true reason for their betrothal. The King of Hydrain had wanted her as a bride since her birth, to force her homeland into submission beneath his rule and to seek to conquer the kingdom she now stood within. The arrangement of her impending marriage had kept her safe until this point, but with the event so near, perhaps their enemies saw this as a final opportunity to gain the upper-hand in this endless war. Perhaps they supposed that now, now that the event was mere days away, that they would have let their guard down. Perhaps now taking her from the Prince would wound him and his kingdom more deeply than it would have done years ago. Perhaps they had waited to deal a more cutting blow, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
