Eirwen

Snow White

My realization rattled inside me as if I was hollow bouncing around inside me. I found myself closing my eyes trying my best not to show my sudden discomfort to Mary and must've failed as when my eyes, after several beats, opened I found her own brown pools staring back into mine. Burning with concern and curiosity.
"Are you very alright my lady?" she asked her eyes never once leaving mine. She was staring so intently that I almost told her, I could feel the weight of the words pressing down on my lips. Begging to be said, so that they may be heard. But for some reason they wouldn't leave my mouth instead choosing to stay put. After a beat of silence I replied,
"Yes I am fine, just thinking about tonight. I have this horrid feeling that I'm going to mess it up." It wasn't a total lie, I am nervous. She looked into me a moment longer her eyes searching mine, after a second she pulled away and took a step back. Good thing too, I couldn't handle the look from her much longer or I might've actually cracked.
"Right, of course you are. There's no need we've rehearsed this a million times over Eirwen." I only nodded and gave her a small smile.
"Right well it seems you've finished my hair, shall we get dressed?" her eyes lit up when I said that. Excitement brightening her face.
"Yes! Yes we shall. " I walked over to my closet and before I could open it a memory came to mind,
Yesterday Night(flashback)
"Ashlynn?" I pushed open the door to the royal dressmakers room, a lamp illuminated the room brightening it significantly. "Ashlynn!" I called out again.
"Just one moment!" I heard her call from another room. I took this moment to really look at her place. It had a relatively low ceiling but lots of floor space to make up for it. Which was littered in patterns of fabric; big, small, and irregular. Mannequins lined the walls. All were wearing clothes some finished some not all had no head and I almost wanted to laugh at that. All had clothes bit none had the eyes to appreciate it. A second later Ashlyn appeared, she was the calm at the center of a storm. She was wearing a simple dress that I'm sure she designed herself. Lightened blue that brought out her brown eyes and complimented her blonde hair. Each strand in its place.
"What can I do for you your highness?" she asked politely.
"Oh yes right." I nodded. " Just wanted you to make a few last-minute adjustments to my gown." her mouth turned up at the corners.
"Of course your highness its an honor." I listed a few adjustments that I needed her make and she nodded. "Come pick it up tomorrow night it will be here for you." I gave her my thanks and took my leave. (end flashback)
"Oh no!" my exclamation dripping with irritation. Mary looked at me with confusion. "I left my dress with Ashlynn." I explained. She sucked in a breath and pursed her lips.
"Would you like me to fetch it for you then?" she asked but looking at her I could see she didn't really want to go.
"No it's fine, stay and finish getting ready." I could see the relief in her shoulders release. Usually she would have no quarrel with going to see Ashlyn, all three of us are well acquainted ,and if I were permitted to, I would call them friends. But I can not I thought as I left my chamber closing the door quietly behind me,
And resting my head against the cool stone. "Friends are merely pains that were put in place to allow you to rise higher. " I recall when stepmother tole me this year's ago the first and only time I ever referred to Mary as "friend " she went on to say how we are above her and so many others. It causes a shiver to creep up and down my spine. Pushing myself off the door I started toward Ashlynns'. I've only been walking a few minutes and when j begin to hear voices drifting from the service entrance of the throne room. The servants were standing around it whispering. I started to to them, a small detour wouldn't take long anyway. Besides it is my princess duty to investigate the reasons why they decided to shirk their duties. So I made my way to them.
"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned. Trying to make my voice sound like the authority I possessed but did not feel. Everyone turned at once, which was only five servants. That consisted of two men and three women. Guilt shadowed each of their faces. "Well?" I asked. One woman took a step forward.
"Your highness, we were simply passing by doing round checks for tomorrow, and we heard the queen was having a meeting with a prince and when we heard voices well... "
"Well we got distracted miss. We will return to our duties immediately." the servant boy finished. I look over at him and see his light oceanic blue eyes staring back at me. I only nodded as they departed. I started away as well,  but stopped when I heard voices. Now I couldn't make out what they were saying but I did recognize the voices though.  One the familiar falsetto of my mother the other though I could only just remember hearing it where though? I thought. I turned on my heels and walked over to the little nook I saw the servants watching out of. It was a door actually a servants entrance pushed of to the side and by the condition of the door I'd say an old one. Nevertheless I peeked though it right into the throne room. My stepmother I could not see but I could hear her speaking to who though? I turned my gaze away from her and to the other person in the room. The second my eyes landed on him I remembered. The boy with the apple red hair. I didn't a very good look at him earlier so I give him a once over. He's tall I think, (it's kind of hard to tell from over here), has dark eyes maybe brown, and tanned skin (I can only tell because he makes a few hand gestures). I wanted to see more but he was wearing a cloak. Its fairly plain just white with red around on the fringes and a pendant that acts as a clasp. Even from here I could tell it was beautiful. But I can't make out details. Then something one of the servants said pops into my head.
"....a meeting with a prince...." my head is spinning. I'm still reeling from my realization when I heard my stepmother announce that red was staying here. I need information on him, I need to figure out exactly who he is. I give them one last look and fled down the corridor looking for someone that I know can help me. A boy with to long bangs, light skin, and oceanic blue eyes.

Hey guys its me, the author.  I know some of you must be getting impatient with me but make no mistake I will post more and I'm sorry about the republishing. I'm going to edit my story every few chapters to make sure we don't have any misunderstandings. On that's all for now. Bye