Morning came far too soon and far too cold in lisa’s opinion. Her feet felt like ice blocks and she doubted she’d be able to walk properly even to where the horse was tethered. After a quick breakfast they were packed and phillip was there tying her to her saddle again.She glared at him as he tied off the ropes but he simply stared her down. She still had his cloak on and she realised he must have slept all night without it. Part of her was grateful that she had it because she was convinced she would have froze without it, but she didn’t want to be grateful to him. She didn’t want to feel anything positive towards him. She wanted to hate him as much as he clearly hated her.As he took her reins and mounted his own horse she gritted her teeth ready for another agonising day in the saddle. Her thighs were alrea
“You should have taken more care.” James said after waiting for the servants to leave. He didn’t need anymore prying eyes or ears for that matter. He’d made sure the girl had been taken up to a secure room and was safely guarded. He’d even seen to it that she had a maid to look over her while she rested.“I did what was needed.” phillip replied tersely. He was damned if he’d be schooled by a Magi, even if it was James.“She’s half dead on her feet. You brought her here like she was some sort of traitor…”Phillip gritted his teeth and got up to pour himself a drink. The girl wasn’t the only one that’d had a hard journey, he thought but was immediately hit with a sense of guilt. James was righ
Lyra yanked the dark blue dress over lisa’s head even as she still muttered about not wanting to wear it.“It’s the blandest one there is.” lyra replied. “You said you weren’t going to wear anything fancy and this is it.”“By fancy I meant a dress.” lisa said as she looked down at herself. She looked like something out of a costume drama. In fact, she thought she’d fit right at home on the set of Robin Hood.“What else were you going to wear, a suit of armour?” lyra half giggled at her own joke and lisa knew it was no good.In the situation she was in this was the least of her problems and on the plus side at least they’d finally given her
Lisa stomped around her room in a grump. She’d spent half the night tossing and turning, trying to get her head around everything they’d said and everything they’d not said too.A part of her still didn’t believe she was Fate even though deep down she somehow knew it was true. But then a part of her didn’t care that it was true because it didn’t make any difference in terms of how she felt; she was still stuck in this place, still a prisoner or as good as. And what did this war matter to her anyway? Even if she was Fate why should she help them? Prince phillip had already said he didn’t trust her so why should she put her life on the line for them?“Have some breakfast. Sit down.” lyra said as she followed her round. Lisa sunk into one the chairs then immediately jumped back up. &
Morning came not a moment too soon in lisa’s opinion. She wolfed down her breakfast and could barely wait to be out of the room. It felt filled with the memories of last nights dreams. Filled with the nightmare of her old life that still clung around her like a bad odour.“Are you ready?” Mira asked as she pulled her cloak on.“Never been more so.” lisa said. She wanted to get to the gardens. She wanted to feel fresh air and remind herself that she was far far away from that school and in a completely different world from the one where Matt and Bianca existed.More guards followed behind their every step as they made their way down. Indi and Nela walked with them as though they were four companions out for a stroll rather than under their watch.
Lisa didn’t want to go to the ball. She had every intention of saying no but Mira had insisted that it would have been a hanging offence to refuse the High Queen. She thought about feigning a sickness but knew no one would believe it. She was stuck. She’d have to attend the damn thing whether she liked it or not.Mira had taken great pride in picking out a fabric for her dress; a deep shimmery red that offset against the gold streaks in her hair. But now that she had the dress on though she had some reservations; it was far to attention seeking for her liking and without wishing to be ungrateful to Mira she had a good mind to change into something paler and less noticeable. She fidgeted in front of the mirror trying to make the dress less ‘huggable’ to her frame.“You don’t have to wear it.”