Days pass as my mother becomes more worried by the day. Her color slowly slips from her face as the hours pass by. The search parties had already gone out, but, so far no luck. Two of the four search parties returned, all had not found a trace. The other two had either gotten lost or were taking longer for a more throrough search. Everyday is full of pain. I haven't gone out of the castle in a week and a half.
My friends must be worried. Course if they try to look for my "dad" in the smithery, they'll just hear that there is no one under the name, Gregory. The prince still won't understand that his disgusting charm has no effect on me and keeps sending gifts to try and cheer me up from my father's disappearance.
I will not be bought, by the prince, or any man. A tentative knock sounds on my door, I get up with a sigh. This could only be bad news. I open the door to see not one of my lady's maids but, my mother. I stoop into a low when I raise my mother says, "Oh, stop with that nosence I am your mother first then the Queen stand straight." a weak smile slips on her lips as she hugs me. But, I can see the sadness behind her eyes, the grief for my father.
"How's the search for father?" I ask looking at the floor. It shines because of its' recent shrub and polish from the maids. I can almost see my reflection, my silehuet lingers as I wait for her to reply.
"No, but, they have found a trail of horse tracks leading south west to the rebel's camp." I can see the faint glimmer of hope glowing behind her sad eyes as she tries her best to give me a heart warming smile. I'm not convinced.
I turn back when I see a maid coming into the room carrying a man's tunic. The trim made of gold thread with glinting beads of emerald and ruby. Their reflecting light catch my eye as it passes by. Therer were no men of such high status in the palace, even the court men can not afford such treasury.
"Umm, excuse me. But, who's garments are those?" I ask slowly. My eyes averted.
"The prince Edward of Coralance has come to stay in the palace for a month. Isn't that nice?" she says grinning at me as she sets it down.
"Yea, wonderful." I mumble through gritted teeth. My mother smiles at me, a warm reasuring smile, the one I haven't seen in a long time.
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Beauty
RomancePrincess Cellia of Athanasia has never seen her people or outside her room, as far as her parents know. She escapes out into the streets every week to hang out with her friends, but, all she tells them are lies, the only real thing they know about h...
