3.Roaming the Castle

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I was awestruck I never would have thought the her castle would be so magnificent in every way. Her garden bloming with flowers all of  them enchanting as the next I felt exited as I looked outside the carriage. A small smile tugged it's way to my lips. It looks so relaxing and pleasant the garden flowers were everywhere. Beautiful roses red, and black tulips and posies.  It was magnificent I felt to at home here. I know she was supposed to be my enemy I could not look at her that way she seemed too kind and gentle. Maybe it was just me but in that story my mom told me as a child as I grew up she wasn't th evil one my mother was.  She knew what she did, I could see it on the smirk she wore on her face when she told me that story the satisfaction of knowing that she'd caused the evil queen pain.
It made me mad, every one thinks she is a nice and loving person that can never do wrong but that is not her and I hated it if it wasn't for my father letting me train with the guards then I would have gone mad, bonkers, Looney.  "Beautiful is it not I prefer theis flowers over people they do not lie or betray you.  They can keep all your secrets and never tell a soul l." She looked at me with a smirk and a all knowing grin.  I caught her meaning and hung my head in sham.  She was referring too what my mother did too her.  "I prefer my horas she at least gives a response when I talk to her." I say. Her eyes sparkle with something foreign and different.  The carriage pulls to a halt and I look back outside we were on front of a beautiful castle it screamed everything about her dark yet, elegant and beautiful. A guard comes and opens the carriage door for us.  The queen steps out and walks ahead I follow behind her.  We walk into her castle and all I can do is stare I see her glance at me and I give a shy smile " do you like it dear?" she asks " yes it is beautiful.  How could not one not like it."  I hear her chuckle and I blush.  She takes us up a set of stairs and along a long corridor.  She stops in front of a set of double door and flings them open with a flick of her wrist's we walk in to a bedroom with a open tarries and a king size bed their is a couch near a fire place and a blanket of fur on it. I turn back to the queen and see her looking at me she smiles a little and says "this is my room. You are going to share it with me."

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