Euphrania

Euphrania - The Garden

I do not own The Slipper and The Rose or Cinderella

Chapter 3 

I realized i was free from her. The one who locked me up in my room. The one who hurt me inside and out. The one who wouldn't let me explore. My Mother was gone and I was free. 

The next morning felt like the new beginning.

"Auntie Claudia"

"Yes, Annabella"

"Why didn't my Mother never mention you or Isobella or Palatine?"

"Well, I don't know really. Maybe she thought it was for your own good."

I bowed my head 

"Well you're here now"

I smiled. Auntie Claudia was showing me around when i past a window which had an amazing view. I stopped and stared at it. The garden was beautiful.

"You have a beautiful garden Auntie Claudia."

"Well, my late husband loved the outdoors."

"I'm sorry i didn't know."

"I know.(pause)"

"It would be lovely to go out and explore"

"Go ahead Annabella"

"But Auntie Claudia what if Mother finds out"

"Lucinda isn't the Lady of this household"

I smiled and quickly ran downstairs when suddenly

"Ouch!" screamed Cinderella

"Sorry, i'm really sorry. Are you ok?"

"Yes you just stood on my foot..."

"What? what is it?"

"It's just nobody has ever spoken to me before."

"Hi, i'm Annabella and you are?"

"Cinderella"

"I'll probably see you around the house then Cinderella. Bye"

"Bye"

Cinderella got back to her chores of cleaning the stairs. However they didn't realise the wickedness which was lurking behind them. 

I ran out in to the garden. It was magnificent. There were dandelions, buttercups, daisy's, a pond with newts and Lilly's. A never thought i would do this i took in ever moment as if it was my last. I was so happy. Suddenly i came to a bridge and on the other side there was a grand oak tree with a swing dangling down, which covered in pink, cherry blossom. I felt like i was in heaven. There was a bench. 

"This bench is dedicated to Baron Francis Hardop." 

There was a red rose on the bench. I looked up.

"Cinderella"

"My step-mother wants you it's important."

"What was he like? Uncle Francis"

"He was the most kindness, most loving man and always brought a smile to your face."

A picked up the rose. A tear rolled down her face.

"There is a rose-bush other there. He would always took pride in it."

"I'm sorry for your loss" 

i handed her my handkerchief and placed the rose back on to the bench. My hand wouldn't stop shaking.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes. I think"

i placed my right hand on top of my left to help the pain. 

Why won't it stop?