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Thursday, 3 September 2009
03:55:36 PM (GMT)
Anything could happen while I'm here. Anything. Anyone could ruin this forever.
     I'm perched precariously on the window sill. It's not as easy as it looks
because I'm in a long, silk gown, the color of rubies, and high-heels, which made
climbing up here hard in the first place. I hate dresses, but as a nobleman's
daughter, I'm required to wear them. I bare my teeth in a way more like a warning
than a smile.
     Then I sigh, waiting for my bethrothed to appear, here, in his castle-tower
room. I have never met the prince. That was the whole reason I was here. I mean, if
you were to marry someone in a week, you would want to know them, too, right?
     I know, I know, there is time for dating after the wedding, but I would at least
like to be introduced.
     The door creaks, and I smile now in anticipation. Slowly, a dark haired prince
walks into his bed room. He doesn't notice me at first, strutting about doing
something, and taking off the cape and armor everyone swears is imbedded in his skin.
But then he looks up, and sees me, and his dark eyes go wide.
     "What are you doing here?" he gasped. "Who are you?"
     "I'm Rethila," I said kindly. "You know, your bethrothed? I decided it was time
we met."
     He paused, breathing heavily as he stared at me. "It-it's you!" he
whispered. When I nodded, he continued. "I'm Prince Sem, and I am very, very sorry."

     Then I woke with a start and realized it was a dream.


~*May Juiles is Rathila Meretin*~


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