Carrie's POV
"That will be all," the King summed up and I stood, and curtsied politely, "oh and Carrie, dear?"
"Yes, my King?" I straightened out my spine and looked at him, expecting him to say something.
"I'm aware that your brother is in America right now, yes?" I nodded and said nothing. "And, I am also aware, that he is a Loyalist - would this be true?"
I repeated the previous action. I then heard a harp being played delicately, from the ballroom- I assumed.
"Good." He dismissed me with a flick of his hand and I walked off, towards the servants' quarters.
I guess I'll have to face
When I got to my chambers I looked at myself in the mirror provided, sighing. The facts were there, the truth was spilled. But I was still a cup filled with doubt.
That in this awful place I shouldn't show a trace of doubt
Doubt in the King that everyone painted him to be. It wouldn't kill me to stay, but it would be preferable to leave.
But pulled against the grain, I feel a little pain
Why?
Well, simply because it hurt to see a colony, with so much hope be withered down and crushed.
Not when there was so much potential in a new country, away from the scary soldiers and pressure of treason.
That I would rather do without
I looked out of my miniature window, a breeze softly brushing my cheeks. I couldn't see the sea from here, but I would love to. The roaring waves, the endless sky.
It made me want to disappear, across the sea and never return to this place.
I'd rather be: free, free, free
Nobody would notice, nobody would care.
I hated England anyway, the whole country was broke and nothing here was left for me, anyway.
Free, free
I would escape - it may seem like a childish thought, but I would.
I would see the sea and laugh and be happier, though I didn't really want that.
To be happy - I had no such room in my heart to do such a thing.
Free
At least, not here.
From here
The harp in the ballroom had stopped and only the shuffling of feet could be heard.
I lay on the bed and closed my eyes.
I had made my decision.
Heyy guys, this was written by my lovely friend, erm, I'mma just call her Eliza. Kudos to her!
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