Chapter 3

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Everything rushed by in a blur. I didn't feel like myself. What's going to happen to everyone that worked in our castle? What about our villiage? What would happen to Wendy and Killian? Killian. I can't bare the though of him being hurt, so I push my horrible gut feeling aside and grab my small tote. I don't bring much with me, mainly because I have hope that one day, and hopefully that day will be soon, we will be able to return here with every thing back to the way it was. The guard with me grabes my tote and quickly ushers me to the carrage where my little brother Eric and parents sit impatiently.

I stare out the window, unable to comprehend my thoughs as we surpass the village and take the secret passageway to wherever we are going. Eric doesn't look the slightest bit bothered that we have to leave. In fact, neither of my parents look worried either. This worries me more than anything. But I suppose it is out of my hands now. I pull out my favorite novel and begin to take my mind off anything and everything.

~7 years later~

We have not returned to our old villiage, and we don't plan to. We live in a castle still, however we are not royalty. My family serves as royal advisors to Lord and Lady Beckett. Their son William is betrothed to me and I am not allowed to have any say in the matter. Our family needs money and since we still own a little land, we still have a little power. What better way to get money than to marry into royalty?

Our marrage is to take place on my 18th birthday, which is only a few months away. I have no one to confide in since everyone I know is in favor of getting money. Thus I walk to the beach every day and stare out at the water. There is something calming about watching the waves roll gently over the rocks. The cool water tickles my toes as I sit, knees drawn to my chest, imagining what lies beyond what the eye can see. I get lost in a daydream of traveling to foregin lands and meeting the true love of my life.I want to be away from my family. Away from the pressures of being "royalty", if you can even call me that. I close my eyes, letting the salty air drift me to sleep on the shore.

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