TheJesterQueen

Sometimes when you're broken and nothing seems at ease. Good things do come out of it Even though they're not always free. To never know fo love, or never to care for another Sounds sometimes better, Then to fall so hard, there are pieces left behind. When the good things come to an end and all that's left is hurt. The ties are shredded and the pain will fade and then it won't hurt at all But when the pain is followed by silence That's when the worrying should begin

Chapter 3~ "Child, you're keeping our guest waiting." Father whispered in a warm unfamiliar voice. As we walked to the dining room, I managed to slow my breathes but there was nothing i could do about my racing heart. I don't really understand why I'm so nervous, maybe it was that my hair wasn't up like it usually was. "Yes! That had to be it!" I convinced myself as I followed father into the dining hall. Even though I kept my eyes on the floor, I can tell the table was already laiden with food. Father tries at a loving smile as he pulls out my chair, the attempt sent a cold shiver down my spine. When father is seated and clears his throat

~Chapter 2 I stand close to the servant girl as we walk through the large kitchen. Pots steaming on wood stoves, and everyone rushing around getting ready for tonight. "Do you know who the guest tonight is?" I quietly ask the servant girl as she stirs a large bubbling pot. "Oui, I do," she replies putting some kind of powder into the pot,"he is from the Court of miracles, I think it's the prince thats coming tonight." I'm shocked, " The Court of Miracles that father has been looking for, the one full of gypsies?" she nods and that only confuses me more. "I know master has told you that gypsies are evil and shouldn't be allowed to live as the

~Chapter 1 Ever since I could remember I've always been up in my little room. I just sit on my bed reading my bible and watching the people in the town below go about their day, as if they weren't aware of how much freedom they actually had. Certianly there were many time were I asked father if I was allowed to leave the room, and everytime was the same rehearsed answer, "It's much to dangerous out in the world for a gem like you." Of course that was back when he allowed me to speak out of term, those days are long since passed. Today I'm getting ready for a visit from father; my hair is combed and tied up in a neat little bun on the back o