The Ball Night

Into The Woods

The Queens P.O.V
It is midnight and I cannot sleep, for the uneasiness of my daughters awful decisions had me worked up. I stared out through my window, gazing at the stars and soft breeze of the wind.

I closed my eyes, my thoughts returning and taunted me. Why must my daughter misbehave? Why mustn't she listen? Why couldn't be a normal child, have I failed as a mother? Have I not given her enough attention and love more than that bloody pleb?

I shiver from the cold, I reopen my eyes and decide to follow my instincts and check on my daughter. Closing the door behind me, I went down the hall and the guards stepped aside for me to knock.

No, I hesitated, my hand clenched in a fist ready to knock on my daughters door. I pulled back my hand, I shouldn't. Why should I when she has dared to disobey me? Follow your instincts Mary.

I grasped the door knob and opened her bedroom door. Her quiet breaths of sleep and laying on her side has made me calm. When I was near on closing her bedroom door, the urge to see her up close pushed me.

I stood by the door for a moment, yes or no thoughts fighting against each other until finally my feet walked on their own, towards Catherine.

I stepped lightly around her bed, careful not to make so much noise. Slowly, as I made my way around her bed, something seemed off. I now stood by the edge of her bed, the midnight moon hitting her angelic face just right. Oh, my poor daughter.

After looking at her for quite some time, I turned, ready to go out through the door before hearing rustling from the sheets. My eyes wondered back towards her and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She did not move, not one inch.

Curiosity led me back to where I stood moments ago, now staring at her once again. My eyes caught an unfamiliar object, something that was not there before. Inching closer, I see that it is a strand of hair, curly to be exact.

My heart pounded, it couldn't be Sir Jacob, his hair is as straight as the grass. I dared myself to grab the sheet and with a quivering hand, gingerly pulled back.

I nearly fainted, there before me was him. The peasant boy, sleeping close to my daughter, his face buried near her stomach. I almost screamed out for the guards, and for an odd reason, something told me not to. I noticed how peaceful she appeared in her sleep than the usual drowned expression.

Her hand rested around the peasants neck as his arm was wrapped around her waist, both close and personal. They seemed so...real. As if they were in actual love, it couldn't be, could it?

I didn't know what to do, my mind was blank and my body stood as still as a statue, ever so exploring my daughters lover. What if, if they actually were in love? I then finally realized, that this boy...or whatever they might be is in love with my daughter.

We have repeatedly tormented him, tried so many times to kill him and take our princess away from him and yet he keeps returning here, lying by the side of Catherine. How do I know this? His scars are visible to the eye, his back is covered with them and as far as I can tell they're fresh, barley healed.

My God, Catherine is married and a wife to this peasant who has never harmed nor killed Catherine and come back here to claim riches neither title. What if, what my daughter was saying to us was right? I did not notice the tears blurring my sight.

I answered my questions with realization, I have fallen in love with my Prince Charming that is now my husband and King, and I force my daughter to marry so many princes, only for her to divorce them the next day.

She has married and stayed with this peas-young man, and that was enough evidence to leave them alone and head back towards the door. I turned once more and glanced at the two before turning.