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Not bothering to move my damp locks out of my eyesight, I stared in dismay at yet another ruined piece of literature, caused by my inability to think a plan through all the way
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Standing, I wiped the wet grass and pine needles that had clung to my skirt off, sending them spiraling through the short distance back to the ground were they belonged
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I slipped my damp feet into my shoes, and started making my way along the long, twisting path towards my home, giggling a little at the squishing sounds caused by my wet toes moving against the dry leather of my shoes
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I had traveled that same path multiple times throughout my time at the Castle
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My mother had begun the tradition, instilling the sense of adventure in me from a young age with daily wanderings, as she called them
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We would take a path and follow it until the end, full of nervous excitement as we anticipated what would be at the end
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Every afternoon would be a new path
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The days we couldn’t find a path, we would make our own, taking one of the master farmers with us to help cut down the shrubbery and saplings that would be in our way
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We kept up this tradition religiously, until the day my mother died
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It had happened suddenly, when she and my father were visiting in one of the neighboring kingdoms
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She died in her sleep, at least that’s what I was told
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My sister and I weren’t allowed to go with them on the trip, and likewise were not allowed at the funeral
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It was no place for a princess, is what my father told me
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But, oh how I wish I could have seen my mother one last time
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Even if it were just the shell of the woman I had grown to know would love and nurture me
.
Even if it was just a simple glance inside the simple, marble casket she had been put in
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But, I wasn’t granted a final look
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So, instead, I take to the woods every day, at the same time as we would always start out on our wanderings, and travel down the last path she took me down
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As a way of keeping her close to me, I suppose
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Or, at least, that’s what the castle’s physician had said when my father called him after I had gone wandering in the dark hours of the morning
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It took me a few tries before I could remember the exact path
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Weeks of walking and retracing my steps
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Months of getting lost
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Finally, after almost a year, I was able to walk the path perfectly, and was confident I could do it with my eyes closed as well
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Not long after, I wasn’t only following the path during the day, but early in the mornings, and late in the evening as well
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It seemed as if I spent every free moment out on that path, simply laying in the small, circular clearing at the end
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And, I didn’t mind it that way
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I actually preferred it
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I was not the kind who could be cooped up within the castle walls day after day, hour after hour
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I longed to be outdoors, among the trees and hills and animals
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As I reached the castle, I sighed one final sigh of defeat, straightening my clothes the best I could, preparing myself for the scolding I would surely get for being out past dusk, in the rain nonetheless
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As I walked through the empty halls, there was no sound except for the echo of my barefoot steps against the smooth tiled floors
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I stared out the windows as I passed them, already missing the freedom that was promised outside of the castle
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I stopped outside of the throne room, staring at the large doors that stood as the only barrier between me and my father’s anger
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  Waiting for as long as I could before going in, hearing the ticking of the seconds as they were passed on the grandfather clock in my head
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My father was never physical when he was angry
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But, since my mother’s passing, he could barely stand to sit at the same table as me during a meal, but less actually speak to me
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My handmaidens said it was because I reminded him of my mother too much, but I couldn’t be sure of anything
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I wished he would at least look me in the eye once, just a full stare, instead of the shifted glances he struggles to pass me every now and then
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But, as much as I prayed and wished, it seemed as if he would never look at me the way he did before my mother died
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With a heavy, exhaled breath, I pushed the doors open and walked into the drawing room
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It was as if it were a painted picture, the scene before me
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One that, ironically, looked alright without me
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My sister was quietly playing a historical piece at the piano, filling the room with a beautiful atmosphere of sophistication
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My father was at his regular spot by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting shadows on him, making the king look almost eerily mysterious
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My stepmother was sitting diagonal from him, at the proper distance from the fire for a lady, working on one of her many crafts
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I stood there silently, taking it in in its entirety
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Realizing that no one in the room would acknowledge my presence, I spoke up, keeping my voice low and even, as I was taught a lady should
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“Father, I’m home
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He simply nodded, never taking his eyes off of the book in his hands
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I cleared my throat slightly, hoping that the breach of etiquette would cause him to look up from the ivory pages
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“Is there anything that you need before I retire?”

“No, thank you, Lara
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I did my best to hide my smile as I said my goodnights and exited the room, closing the door behind me
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I hadn’t gotten him to move his eyes from his reading, but I had gotten him to talk to me, and that was as good as if he had looked at me
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I quickly made my way up to my room, stripping of my damp clothes and putting on a clean cotton nightgown and lace robe
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I didn’t want to think of my father’s inattentiveness towards me
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Instead, I wanted to think about the dream I had earlier that day
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Running a brush through my Amber curls, I tied them loosely with a ribbon
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  Before I left my vanity, I sat there, staring at myself in the mirror
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Not in vanity, mind you, but in curiosity and wonder
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Did I really look that much like my mother?

Going to my night table, I carefully pulled the only picture I had managed to salvage of my mother from its protected home between the faded pages of my childhood journal
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I held it up next to my reflection in the mirror, studying every detail of my mother’s face before comparing them to every detail of my own
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The more I stared at her picture in my reflection, the more I realized that I did, in fact, resemble my mother
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We had the same almond-shaped eyes, and the same large curls in our auburn hair, though the shade of hers was lighter than mine
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Our skins had the same olive tone, and our mouths both had a slightly crooked bow on the top lip, only visible if you really stared at it for some time
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If she were still alive, I could more likely than not pass for my mother’s younger sister
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It would definitely be more believable than being her oldest daughter
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My mother always looked impeccably young for her age
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Feeling drowsiness start to overcome me, I tucked my mother’s picture into the frame of my mirror
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I wasn’t worried about my father finding it, as he rarely came searching for me in my room
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He rarely came searching for me at all
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Making sure that the picture was securely placed, I pulled back my top blanket, the thickest of them all, and carried it out on the balcony
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Laying on the large cream colored, knit chaise lounge, I wrapped myself in my blanket
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When I was cocooned, I laid my head back and looked out over the balcony edge, watching as the treetops swayed in the evening breeze, the bullfrogs and crickets working together to create a lullaby as they sing me to sleep
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Chapter 2
Huntsman

 

There were days when I wished I wasn’t the Huntsman of the Northernmost Kingdom
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There were days when I wished above all else that I were just another commoner, or perhaps a wanderer like Wolfsbane
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I most certainly wouldn’t mind being a wanderer
.
It would be considered a raise from my job recently
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Today was one of those days when I wished I could have been someone else
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It started out like any other morning
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I woke up before the sun, ate a quick meal, and went out to check my traps
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It had been one of my better days, having caught three jackrabbits and a small doe
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I took my haul back to my small hut, where I proceeded to clean and package all of the meat in brown paper, packing it in the icebox that was behind my humble home
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  After that, it’s time for tea
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I spent the trip to Hatter’s house in deep thought, as it was probably one of the only times that I would get the peace and quiet to do so
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One of the many things that was continually on my mind was my singleness
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I had enjoyed being a bachelor for many years, never thinking about commitment or settling down
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But, with each of my friends now with their Perfects, having completed the Bonding and their stories being permanently written down, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more for me out there than living as a bachelor all of my life
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I had to admit, I had been thinking about if I had an Other Half or Perfect, and what it would be like
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And, I have to say, it wasn’t entirely unappealing
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I actually liked the idea of having one girl
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Knowing that I wouldn’t have to go home alone at night, and that I wouldn’t have to sleep in an empty bed
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For a bachelor, I didn’t like solitude
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When I reached clearing, the clan was already there, pouring tea and picking finger foods
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I took my usual seat, glancing at each of the happy couples – Hatter and Samantha, Peter and Angela, Wolfsbane and Ina – before glancing at the empty seat next to me, wondering if it would ever be filled
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I wondered if I would ever come to an afternoon tea, a girl on my arm, happy and smiling as my friends were
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“You look a little down,” Hatter commented as he poured himself a cup of tea
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“Is everything alright, my friend?”

I nodded, quickly busying myself with filling my plate and tea cup
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“Everything is fine
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I just have a bit on my mind
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The frost is just around the corner, you know
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Wolfsbane and Hatter both nodded their heads
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Angela and Samantha, on the other hand, were practically jumping out of their seats, eyes full of excitement
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Hatter laughed
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“In case you can’t tell, Angela and Sam are just a wee bit excited
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“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed
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” I said, practicing the art of sarcasm I had been learning from Angela and Sam
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Apparently, I had been using it all along, but never realized it
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“Are you kidding?” Sam shrieked, making me wince
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“It’s like winter over on the Other Side
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It’s my favorite time of year! With the snow, and the lights, and the way everything looks like it came out of a snow globe, and Christmas! It’s just the most perfect time of year
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