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Almost Forever	By : GoblinQueen22 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Home

I walked down the path, with
the crunch of the snow beneath my feet. I was walking quickly. I was cautious
and frightened to be alone. I was looking everywhere, hoping not to find some
man standing there looking at me. Instead I found several men and women looking
at me strangely. I was not sure why, nor did I care. I wanted to get home. I
walked past the castle, past the gardens; I turned left and stumbled up the
hill to my little cottage. I could smell the smoke coming from the chimney. As
I walked in I was greeted by my parents.

�Nicolle what took you so long?� My mother asked, with a worried look on her
face.

�Oh why are you so worried about it Catherine? She is fine. It does take longer
to get the bread and be back in time when there is snow on the ground.� My
father replied to my mother, rocking in the chair. He was carving a whistle.
This was one of his many hobbies. And he would sale them in town.

�Oh mother I am fine thes nos nothing to worry about. I assure you.� I told her
walking out of the entry way and closing the door. I sat down on a stool and
pulled my boots off. Then took off my cloak and hung it on a hook beside the
door. Mother walked into the kitchen and returned handing me a warm mug of
milk.

�Um, thank you.� I stated bringing the mug to my lips and taking a sip. As I
was sipping I heard a noise coming from the other room. Looking to my parents I
asked, �Mom, dad, who is here?� I began to walk to the other end of the room,
to the door way.

�Oh that�s right Nicolle there is someone here to see you.� My father stated
simply, not looking up from his carving. I turned and looked to him.

�Who is here to see me father?�

�Well why don�t you go in and look.� I turned around and made you way through
the doorway to the other room. I as walked in, I saw the shadow of a figure in
the corner of the room. The figure stood up and walked over to me, and when the
light hit the figure, I knew who it was right away.

�Hello Nicolle. How nice it is to see you again.� He smiled.

�Your Highness.� I replied, curtsying to him.

�Oh please Nicolle, you don�t have to bow to me.� He said bringing his hand to
my cheek and stroking it. I stepped back, and he just smirked at me.

�Excuse me for being rude but what do you want with me?� I looked as his
expression changed to shock. He turned away from me and walked over to the
chair in the corner of the room. Taking a seat he snapped his fingers and the
candles were now lit. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, tapping his
riding crop on the sole of his boot. It was knocking some of the snow onto the
floor. I stood by the side of the table, smoothing out the wrinkles on the
table cloth. Looking to him, he was staring at me, so I turned my face in
discomfort.

�Nicolle, I would like�� He paused to inspect is boots, rubbing the wetness off
of the tops of them. ��I would like you to come to my castle and work for me
there.�

�What?�

�There is much that I could have you do, there for me.� He smiled. I only stood
there. �It�s very rude when you do not reply to the King!�

�I�I don�t know what to say really.�

�Well something is better then nothing Nicolle.� He answered with a
disappointed expression.

�Why have you asked me?� I inquired while he was still looking to his boots.

�Do you really have to ask me that?�
I just glared at him. I
watched as he looked at me in return and then sighed.

�Because Nicolle I know what you are capable of.�

�I see.� I stated simply. It was the only thing that I could think of. His
focus on me was now much stronger. Then he laughed, getting up from the chair.

�I like you Nicolle. You are extraordinary. I am not sure what makes you that
way but I will figure it out.�

�Huh?�

�Oh never mind.�
I was looking at him, while
quivering. He scared me, made me feel ill at ease. There was something about
him that I did not like, and it frustrated me that I could not figure it out.

�Well I will give you till tomorrow, to answer me. I will be back before the
sun goes down� He walked over to me, placing his gloved hand on my abdomen. I
turned my head, not to look at him. He then let his hand slide across my
abdomen as he continued to walk away. I did not turn to watch him leave. I only
stood, in shock from what had just happened.
Once he was gone I ran into the
room my parents were in. I went to my parents and began yelling at them.

�How could you, let him in here?!� I screamed. �How could you, not tell me of
his arriving?!� I was furious.

�Nicolwe cwe could do nothing. He is the King what are we suppose to say?
�Sorry you can�t come in here. You are not welcome.� Is that how you would have
liked us to handle it? Hum?� My father yelled, getting out of the rocking chair
and storming over to me. He slapped me across the face, for getting such at
temper with him. I rubbed my cheek. It was ainglingly. I did not like it. I
rubbed it more rapidly to remove the sting faster.

�Now John, stop it!� My mother cried walking over to me and rubbing my
shoulders. My father left the room, yelling. He went outside to smoke his pipe
and cool off. I watched him, walking outside, through an un-fogged part of the
window.

�How could he let him ask me such a question? I don�t want to go there. I can�t
leave you alone.� I complained to my mother. She began rubbing my shoulders
more, trying to comfort me. But it was not working I was so ma:p>

�Nicolle your father only wants what is best for you.�
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�And sending me to live with the king? That�s what�s best for me?�

�Oh�can�t you understand. We can�t give you what you need here. There is so
much more that he can give you. Nice gowns, parties, good food, a warm bed�
clean water, etc.�

�He touched me mother! I don�t want that!�

�I am sure that you are over exaggerating his intentions.�

�I don�t think so mother. Why are you on his side?�

�I only what you to be happy.�
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�But I am happy here. I am not going.� I squirmed out of her grasp and ran to
my room. I began to cry. What was going to happen to me? I couldn�t go. No, I
wouldn�t go. They could not make me.

Later that night, I awoke from
crying myself to sleep. I could hear my mother and father talking to one
another. I could not make out what they were saying but could only imagine that
it was about me going to the castle. I could not stay there and listen. I
walked over to my trunk and pulled out an extra cloak that I had. Wrapping it
around my neck and tying it. I slipped on my slippers, walked over to the
window and opened it. I looked out at the tree that stood just outside of it. I
turned to look at my door, than made my way out the window. Climbing down I
jumped to the ground. The sound was muffled by the snow. I scurried, around the
back of the cottage and made my way, down the road. The moon was the light for
my path. I was not sure where I was going. But I had to go and be anywhere but
there.
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