In which suitors are disturbed

“I’m not coming.” That was a mistake. Instantly, her door was thrown open and a line of soldiers came marching in. They grabbed her and tossed her onto a makeshift litter, and they weren’t nice about it. She landed in the middle of the litter with a very unladylike “Hmmph” and sat there glaring at her father and the men around her.

“I shall say it again, Jezebel. You are needed. Do not embarrass me any further than you already have.” There was a cold anger in her father’s voice, and she knew she had made a terrible mistake.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll try to make you proud.” It was all she could do, try, but she knew she would fail.

Out of the room her litter went, and she tried to compose herself in as pretty a picture as she could, but it didn’t help. As soon as the litter was placed in front of her suitors and her face was revealed, the young men lined up in front of her gawked and took a brisk step back. It was always like that. She was ugly, and she knew it. Now, so did all her suitors. They would not look upon her again, she knew. She burst into tears, threw herself off the litter, and waddled as fast as she could to the far door leading out onto the hall and down to her room. She was determined to throw herself out the beautiful stained glass window there and into the deep and merciful depths of the river below.

September 15th, 2008

In which suitors are disturbed

One Comment...

  1. Lisa

    The poor girl! So far, you have caused me to pity both a dragon and an ugly princess. And laugh at the face of the French gentlemen. Despite the fact he looks disappointed, he also looks vaguely aroused.
    Must be the kohl.

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