The halls were less crowded now. They were now left with servants putting up decorations and maids carrying trays down to the kitchen. Whatever kind of feast we're planning it's a big one. And whatever the reason it must be important. I found the doors to the study.
"Stay here, ok?" I put Aimee by the side of the door for her to lay down and wait for me. I knocked on the door.
"Come in." I heard my father's muffled voice through the doors.
When I went in there was a quill in one of his hands and a piece of parchment paper in the other. He looked up and saw that it was me.
"Hello, my daughter." He said. "How now?"
"I'm doing fine. Thank you." I said.
I looked around and stared at all the books. I also played with my hands. It's always hard to ask father for something. I don't know why but it is. I cleared my throat.
"So, father. I was wondering. If I could... go to the village today."
He looked up from his paper.
"The village? Why?"
"I would bethink a nice stroll would sooth mine tensions."
"Tensions? What tensions?"
"Well..." I have to think of a lie fast. He can't know. "I hath heard that guests are coming over. I can't help but feel a bit anxious."
"Well then, Allez dans le jardon!" He looked back down at his quill and paper. He's speaking French again. He does this when he's upset. "Thee can has't a stroll in thither."
"Why can't I go to the village?" I said in a calm voice.
"Because you have much to do today. We can't waste time by 'going to the village."
"You always let me go."
"Well not today."
I don't want to waste all my time trying to convince a cobbler to give a chef his hammer.
"Father, si vous me laisser aller au village je ne vais pas demander quoi que ce soit d'autre."
"Oh, rubbish. Now leave me be. I have my own work to do."
Well, that didn't work.
"Wend!" Father yelled at me.
I quickly went out of the room and shut the door behind me. My back against it. I looked over at Aimee. Rubbing against my left leg for comfort.
"Well Aimee..." I whispered. "I guess I have to use the cloak again.
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Magnificent: A Dragon Story
Fantasy"Art thee mine cousin now? Thee wonderful, lacking valor beast." I thought the dragons were gone. That they were extinct. That we drove all of them out. But I was wrong. Dead wrong. For if we did I would've never met Echo. (Join me in a tale of magi...
