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Post by Alice Brandon on Jan 26, 2008 1:36:54 GMT
Alice sat in a chair in her chamber, her long brown hair braided loosely over her shoulder and her diary in her lap. She was writing furiously about the day before and about the fight between Simon and Tristan. Thinking about them sent shivers down her spine, and not good shivers at that. She knew it would be impossible not to meet Tristan again, but still the longer until she had to see him again the better, but that didn't mean she had to lock herself up in her room and never come out again, even if her lower lip was swollen and bloody and the rest of her face was terribly bruised. In fact, she would not let this incident prevent her from trying to enjoy her life at the castle, despite the fact that she'd rather be at home. And even home wasn't good. Her father was a terrible man who was draining the life out of her mother. She wondered why her mother never just took Alice and run away, but that was impractical. Alice sighed and put her diary down. Of course she couldn't just leave it laying around. Some nosy guard might peek at it, if the guards could read. So she stuffed it under her mattress before she got dresses.
Alice put on a light green dress with a high waist and long sleeves. She brushed out her hair, putting little diamond, star shaped pins in to hold some strands of hair. She looked like death at the moment and she had no explanation for her appearance. Things seemed bad at the moment for little Alice. Her room wasn't the warmest place in the castle. She wondered which room was. The castle felt cold to her, cold and unnatural.
After getting dressed, Alice left her room to go wandering around the halls. She had no set destination, but she would stay away from the dungeons. That was one place she did not want to go. To tell the truth, Alice didn't want to go anywhere. There was always the chance of running into the Sheriff or Guy. Alice could scream from the caged feeling she had. She was just some pretty bird in a gold barred cage, forced to be sweet and to marry at some point. And the castle was cold, lacking of feeling and air. Alice found it hard to breathe in there sometimes and at the moment she needed fresh air. She ran to the closest open balcony where she planted her hands on the banister and stuck her head out, her eyes closed, as she breathed steadily. That was much better.
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