faded in time

chapter 5

I took one final look at ms. Ambrose before lifting the top of the chest to reveal, the most exquisite gown I had ever laid eyes on. I glanced up to see a kind smile on her face, she sighed happily as if remembering a fond memory of her past, carefully I pulled the dress out and watching it flow onto the ground. It was a dress straight out of a fairy tale, one that could only be imagined in books. Draped over my hands it was a flowing wonder, created by silk, it was a sight to behold. Ms. Ambrose took my hand and led me into one of her guest rooms, that matched the dress perfectly. Adorned in gold and royal blue, she placed me behind a Victorian-era dressing divider and I started to change. After a slipping it on I walked out to see her holding another small ornate box. She eyes started to tear at the sight of me, looking up a mirror at stood alone in the corner, I too almost cried. It fit like a glove, blue silk with gold like branches wrapped around its waist, then walking the sway of the skirt revealed the white pattern on the inside, it was the spitting image of that of the beautiful iris flower.
“ this dress, hold many memories of my youth, took me a good 2yrs to make. The silk was given to me by my husband before he passed away.”
I listened attentively as she spoke in her soft voice, she had never mentioned her husband nor have I ever heard of him as far as I know, so I was curious to know what he was like.
“My husband was a palace guard, so i didn't see him most of the time, only at dinner sometimes at breakfast, One day, on our anniversary he had come home with a bundle of some sorts that was wrapped in newspaper, you should have seen it, it was horrible wrapping, poor man couldn't wrap a thing to save his life” her laughter seemed to bright up the room, “ i asked him what in god's name has he got there, he sat me down and placed the bundle onto my lap, he told me it was for me and that i should open it, so i did. Lord have mercy when i saw what was inside, the most beautiful silk i had ever seen, i about killed him when i asked him where he got it from. Told me that the royal family gave it to him. I thought he stole it until he handed me a letter from the palace signed by the queen herself as well as an invitation to the ball that would be held inside the palace the next year. Saying that he had protected their national treasure from harm, that she knows how it feels to have her husband away for so long and it's dreadful, she apologized for it, knowing the silk could never make up for the lost time but she hoped i could use it to make something beautiful” it was then when i remembered a long time ago when i was very young, no bigger than 5, i was playing in mother's rose garden, the pride and joy of our nation, named the garden blanc, it was around 10 acres of flowers, from iris, orchids, lilies, sunflowers, but what was more beautiful was the center of the garden, encased in red cherry blossoms trees the inside held the most magnificent roses, mothers pride her white roses.. It was the only place in the palace where i could spend my time in without having to worry about prying eyes or harmful people. It was winter and the red blossom trees were in full bloom, i had gone out that day to play with Blaire, my demon dog at the time. I played in the snow when i heard a shot and watched Blaire fall onto the blank snow that slowly was murdered in blood. I watched as a hooded man, jumped over the wall scaling 14 ft high, and descended into the garden, i felt myself freeze as i watched him come closer and closer. Before i knew it i was running, it wasn't long before he had caught up with me and tackled me onto the snow, i screamed for help but to no avail, i had watched the man take out a knife. At that moment I saw my life flash before my eyes, and accepted the fact that I was to die, I would die in the freshly fallen snow, surrounded in snow that would soon match the color of the red blossom trees that surrounded me, I had heard the distant cries of the queen, the shouts and yells of the king as he ran with his guards to save me, I knew they wouldn't make it in time, as if by slow-motion I watched the man be sliced in front of me and burned. The man who had saved me was a royal guard who had been position on the wall not far from me. I remember letting the man pick me up and hand me to my father. He knelt in front of me and smiled. What he did next, I cannot remember, I ended up fainting in my father's arms.
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Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed ^-^, I don't know the art so credit to its artist it's amazing ❤