"No," Dahlia whispered in shock. Her body instantly turned to ice, her heart beating hard in her throat. Flora stepped beside Dahlia, silently grabbing Dahlia's hand in unity.
"Honey we have to send you away to protect you. Nothing can happen to you." Oberion quietly said, looking at her imploringly. Dahlia looked up at him pleadingly, begging him to reconsider. "Father please, this is my home. What of my sisters? Where will we go?" She begged. "All of you are going to separate safe houses," the king stated gently, "please understand. We are only doing this to protect you."
A short time later, a little past 5 in the morning, handmaiden were packing trunk after trunk of her favorite possessions as guards looked on silently. Her beautiful dresses, books, gardening frocks, Dahlia's prized possessions were packed up tightly and neatly in trunks. Her jewelry, tiara, and gold arm bands were to remain behind at the castle, however.
Dressed in a simple brown pair of riding trousers, a white billowy lace-up front shirt, and a black riding cloak to ward off the morning chill, they set off into the dawn.
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The Enslaved
RomanceDahlia has always lived a cushy life, as princess of the fairy kingdom of the sun. Yet rebels of the enslaved wood nymphs were closing in on her kingdom. In an effort to protect his daughter, the king sent princess Dahlia to a secret house deep in t...
