A.N: That's what she looks like. JK!
*Knocks*
"Um, Cassandra?"
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"Please take me on the tour still. My brother also wants to come with us."
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"Um, it should appease your parents for a while."
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I started to walk away, but quickly turned around when I heard a creaking noise going very, very slowly *(creak... creak... creak... creak... creak..)Tada, Door is now open*
"Sure" A hoarse voice said
"Woah! Not like that sugar-cakes. You don't want to scare the birds away." She looked very confused, and if I dare to admit, like a monster with red eyes and huge bags. Not to mention her hair. It was as if it had been covered with honey and left to dry after arranging it into a porcupine quill design.
I saw
A.N.: I am soooooo sorry. I could not think of anything and this is suuuuuuuuuper short. I am just not feeling ANYTHING for this story currently, so I will be redoing it later.
I'm going to wait until I am inspired and then I will change this chapter completely (just think of it as a limited edition chapter.)
Be brilliant!
B00Klover4life:)
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A Daring Damsel
Historical FictionAll Cassandra wants is freedom from her stuffy life in the castle. However her stern Father disapproves saying, "A prim and proper lady must know the fine arts of needlepoint and dancing not swordsplay and map-reading" William has gotten over pinni...
