"That will be enough for the tonight," the old wrinkled faced man finally announced when he had just gotten to the most intense battle scene of the story. The small firery red haired child let loose a annoyed huff, glaring up at the old man whose aged face held an amused smile.
The girl's coiled hair fell into her face as she glared tight-lipped up at him giving him an annoyed gaze that shone fiercely within her emerald gaze. "Grand-père!" She grumbled crossing her arms across her small chest. Her crimson eyebrows drawing together.
The elderly man simply chuckled and reached a wrinkled hand up to ruffled the small child's mane of red locks affectionately. How he loved this child. The corners of the girl's mouth lifted as she smiled radiantly bringing a new sense of light into the room. Her hair alone shone like the flames of the fire that was now growing small as the time passed.
"Please, just a little longer?" the girl pleaded her emerald orbs turning soft.
"Of course, my child, I was only seeing if you were listening," the elder teased. The child blew out a huff of breath before rolling her eyes.
The old man began the story where he left off. The man's words turned into a raging and heroic battle right before the child's eyes. As the story's adventure came to a close the eyes of the child were weighted down barely open. When the old man was sure that his grandchild was asleep he gathered her up in his elderly yet strong arms and placed her next to her sleeping older siblings within the bed they shared.
"Good night, child," he whispered lovingly as he kissed her forehead.
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M'Lady a Musketeer?
AdventureAndréa's destiny was not resigned to being married off to noble as a concubine or being a simple apprentice of a blacksmith. She believes it to be becoming a musketeer. For years as a small child she had heard of stories from her grandfather who ha...
