Harsh Words lead to flight
Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 6:59 amShe had tried, she really had to be the dutiful respectul grandaughter. She'd even dressed as he wished her too in dresses and gowns, been polite to his guests time and again, that wasnt what she had a problem with not really it was what had come along with it.
Fingers gripped her pack tighter free hand ceasing its ruthless stuffing of clothes "I won't marry him " she had shouted at her grandfather after trying to be reasonable, to control her temper for almost a full candle mark as they had discussed this topic. "you will do as you are told" his reply had been borne out of fustration she knew that had known it even then and yet she had fired another shot "I will not." she could have stopped there but she didn't she drew breath and fired out more. "I refuse to marry anyone who calls me fridgid just because i dont melt when he tries to force his tongue down my throat and stick his hand up my skirt , I'm not a whore and i'm not a damn bargining chip." She had stormed out of the room then slamming the door behind her dangerously close to tears. for all he didn't know how to deal with her he had tried to be kind to Sam, had reached out to do the right thing , and she did love him but she could not would not abide his wishes in this.
That is why she was packing, why she was going to leave , question was were would she go
There was only one place where there were any familiar places, the very place she had been sent back here from Myrken Wood.
Sam continued packing now less angry tresses of sunset brushing against her cheeks breaking the trails of tears that had been falling .
Dawn was a thin ribbon of color across the sky as sam mounted her mare the first gift her grandfather had given her, hands wrapping the riens of the pack horse around her saddle horn before she gathered the mares and turned its head towards mryken , teeth gnawing her lower lip in fustration for she hated that it had come to this.
Fingers gripped her pack tighter free hand ceasing its ruthless stuffing of clothes "I won't marry him " she had shouted at her grandfather after trying to be reasonable, to control her temper for almost a full candle mark as they had discussed this topic. "you will do as you are told" his reply had been borne out of fustration she knew that had known it even then and yet she had fired another shot "I will not." she could have stopped there but she didn't she drew breath and fired out more. "I refuse to marry anyone who calls me fridgid just because i dont melt when he tries to force his tongue down my throat and stick his hand up my skirt , I'm not a whore and i'm not a damn bargining chip." She had stormed out of the room then slamming the door behind her dangerously close to tears. for all he didn't know how to deal with her he had tried to be kind to Sam, had reached out to do the right thing , and she did love him but she could not would not abide his wishes in this.
That is why she was packing, why she was going to leave , question was were would she go
There was only one place where there were any familiar places, the very place she had been sent back here from Myrken Wood.
Sam continued packing now less angry tresses of sunset brushing against her cheeks breaking the trails of tears that had been falling .
Dawn was a thin ribbon of color across the sky as sam mounted her mare the first gift her grandfather had given her, hands wrapping the riens of the pack horse around her saddle horn before she gathered the mares and turned its head towards mryken , teeth gnawing her lower lip in fustration for she hated that it had come to this.