Previous chapters can be found here. ________________________________________ Annette was no stranger to being stabbed. Almost weekly, splinters left in the ashy remains of fires at the Ferngold castle would pierce her hands or feet. She would simply pull them out, squeeze out a few drops of blood, and continue with her life. Instinct told …
Find previous chapters here. __________________________________ “You must be mistaken,” Annette stated. The sage just smiled. “No, I am definitely not. It’s as clear as crystals, plain for all to see. Why, look at your faces. You have the same eyes, same nose, same cheekbones.” But if it were true—he was a prince. She started …
Ah, to return to the innocence of youth! We were happy then, my sister and I, we were princesses in shiny-sequin skirts. Our feet swam in our aunt’s old fuchsia heels, back in the innocence of youth. We had a tea party, my little sister and I, with lemonade and goldfish. She was the guest, …