Part 1 (untitled)

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She twirled around in the mirror one more time. She still didn’t like the dress but everyone had insisted that she looked great. She thought it clashed with the red in her hair. And the satin was far too delicate.

She sighed and started carefully making her way down the stairs. The vines had grown over the handrail and she wasn’t used to walking like this. The servants were quite displeased that she was shoeless, but she had had no choice.

She made her way to the bottom of the stairway and faced the marred full length mirror in front of her. The walls in this landing were huge panels of glass used to make the place appear bigger, even though it was big enough without all the ornate details. The rug along the floor was still majestic, even though it was ripped in numerous places, you could still make out the gold woven into the fibers and the scenes pictured. There were waterfalls and gorgeous wood scenes, animals flitting around in the forest and majestic mountain scenes stretching the whole hallway.

The sight granted her some peace before she remembered her destination and started making her way to the room at the end of the hallway. Every step that she took felt heavier, like she was trying to walk through quicksand. She knew she should feel excited, that this should be a positive experience. But the view in the mirror, what she saw looking back at her, was at the forefront of her mind. She could think of nothing else as she was walking and, more than once, she considered turning back and running back upstairs. The reminder that hers wasn’t the only fate at stake steeled her nerve enough to keep her going.

After what seemed like hours she finally reach the ornate wooden door. This, too, had gold inlaid into it. The wood was carved at the top into a majestic lion head, forever in the middle of roaring. the doorknob had once held a wondrous emerald gemstone, before the castle had fallen into ruin and her father had sold almost everything of value he could find, before he had perished. He had only been trying to protect her but she still felt a twinge of anger as she dwelt on the memory. She reached her hand out to the doorknob and took a deep breath as she turned it and pushed it open into the great hall.

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Hey everyone! So I’m writing a story that I suddenly got inspiration for today and I’m writing it in parts so like and/or comment if you want to read the next part of it!

Thank you for all the support and advice I really appreciate it!

 

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