Jared Gilmore Imagines

The Girl in White | H.M.

Synopsis: The reader dances around in an abandoned farmhouse and Henry observes her every day. 

Third Person

Day One

He was wandering around his parents' kingdom when he heard some kind of soft music sounding throughout the forest he was in. His curiosity kicked in and soon enough, he found himself in front of the source of this music: a small yet old farmhouse.

He walked its outside a few times before stumbling upon a window that was old like the rest of the house, no glass visible. He took a peak inside, already knowing where the music source came from.

Lying on the floor was a small wooden music box, a little ballerina spinning inside as it projected the music. It looked like something a little girl would own.

He heard the sound of something hitting the old floor, hard yet so soft at the same time. There, stood a petite girl spinning around in a white dress just above her knees that captivated his eyes as it moved with every turn or spin she did. Some kind of hard slippers with a box-like end placed on her feet as she spun around on them, creating beauties.

He was fascinated by this girl as his body never moved, not even a slight inch, and his eyes never left her outline as she moved around graciously with the shoes she wore.

He stood there for what felt like two hours but it was only sometime around 10 minutes. He shook his head as his gaze left the still dancing girl. He took one last glance at her before turning around and walking away, a smile lingering on his mouth.

Day Two

Around the same time as the day before, he walked around the forest in a fast pace, praying to see the girl once more.

He felt himself smile as he saw the same girl from yesterday spinning around with a blissful smile on her face.

He observed every single one of her features as she faced him, still not realizing that a boy was right outside watching every one of her movements.

Like the day before, he left around 15 minutes later.

Day Three, Four, Five and Six

The next few days were the same as any other. Doing his duty as prince first and then escaping onto the woods, reaching the old farmhouse after to stare at the girl dressed in the same white dress as the previous days.

Day Seven

On day seven, he knew something was wrong.
She was no longer moving with that gracefully touch he loved and admired. Her blissful smile was gone, instead a frown replaced the expression he fell in love with. Tears flowed down her face and suddenly her movements stopped to a halt.

He observed as her world crumbled into pieces. She sat on her knees, her face covered by her tiny, fragile hands.

He knew he had to do something. But he didn't. Whenever he tried to take a step forward, something seemed to stop him, as if his feet were glued to the ground beneath him.

Day Eight

He arrived earlier than usual, only because he finished his job early as it was shorter than any other.