LOGINMaggieDusting was the easy part, except for the twenty minutes I’d spent trying to find a ladder so I could finish the “ceiling” part of “floor to ceiling.” It turns out there was one in a storage closet in the room.But now it’s time to mend the curtains, and I can’t even find a flaw in any of them, certainly not on the ones Marion nodded toward when she gave me the assignment. None of the other curtains look damaged either, so I head back to the long ones that open to the terrace to check them over again.Finally, I find a small tear in the hem. I wouldn’t even notice it had I not seen the two threads jutting out just slightly. So, I get out the mending supplies and get to work, glancing up at the General’s grandfather clock just to realize I only have about an hour left before sundown... to scrub the washroom and get the warm water brought up from the mysterious kitchen, wherever that is.What will they do to my family if I don’t get this done in time?I shake my head, deciding I
MaggieAfter such a long ride, and since I wasn’t prepared to go anywhere when they took me in the first place, I feel filthy inside this lovely home. The furnishings are all new, mahogany wood, I think, glistening with a mirror-like shine.The fabrics in the curtains and upholstered furniture are the finest I’ve ever seen, though that may not be saying much since I’ve never been inside anything but a country farmhouse.Even the scent in here is luxurious, something like clean linen, only crisper, maybe with a hint of citrus.Whatever it is, it doesn’t calm my nerves or lighten the rock in my stomach as we make our way down the massive hallways.Who are these people? Why do they want me here?Finally, we reach a set of double doors that the man pulls open. The parlor is just as well decorated as the rest of the house... and it’s huge.But I don’t get a chance to notice much of the décor because the people in the room draw my attention. A man stands by the marble fireplace, his temples
MaggieThe carriage jerks roughly as we travel along the dirt and gravel roads. The two men who came to take me sit out front leading the horses, and I can hear them laughing every time we hit a pothole, knowing I can’t see out front and have no way to brace for it.But I don’t care. My mind races, trying to figure out why my parents and Matthew hate me so much that they’ve... given me away, apparently.I think of all those nights sitting with my mother, sewing dresses and talking about my future. I’d never questioned whether she loved me, the way she sat next to me and patiently showed me how to keep the stitches straight, or the look in her eyes when we spoke of my future mate and the children I wanted.And my father....Maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed to favor me as the only daughter in the family. Even though he’d been adamant about not wanting me to work in the barn, I’ll never forget the day he walked in to check on me.I was just finishing the shoveling, then I worke
Oscar“Mother, I wish you’d stop worrying.”She’s pacing around the kitchen aimlessly while the breakfast meat chars. She’s normally a fantastic cook, the best in all of Oceana, but with her nerves rattled, it’s difficult for her to focus.She doesn’t answer, and I step over to tend to the meat. “I’ll be fine. I’ve survived many battles already, you know.”“True,” she says finally. “But the Royal Guard? You’re likely to face many more dangers.”“All warriors face danger,” I argue. “It’s what’s expected when we need to defend the kingdom. You agree that Oceana needs a strong defense against the current threats?”She only answers that with a frown.“Father trained me well,” I remind her. “Did he not serve many years and survive many battles?”“He did,” she says, and her tone tells me she remembers well every night she lay waiting for him when he was off at war.I’ll admit she has reason to fear. There has been more trouble lately, especially from our neighboring Forest Kingdom. Their Al
MaggieMy heart tears into shreds as I set the nearly empty dinner plate in front of Darren, my youngest brother. I can only give him half a roll so that we have enough for the entire family and will still have some left over for breakfast.He’s the only one who will be getting an egg tonight. The Alpha King’s men left us only one hen, and her egg production has reduced significantly since she found herself alone in the barn.I was out there yesterday, in the barn. It was the first time I’d put on my boots in exactly two months, since they took away our beautiful horses. The wind had picked up, and it whistled as it passed through the cracks in the barn walls, reverberating through the cold, empty building.The stall of my favorite horse, Pearl, seemed to echo with the ghost of her presence. She’s so beautiful, a pure snow white with a mane that’s nearly silver, especially when it sparkles in the sun.I wouldn’t have minded if she had gone to the royal court had her purpose been to le
Maggie“Why didn’t you help me?!” Mrs. Fahler cries. “Why did you let that awful Alpha King drag me away from my home?”“I couldn’t,” I argue. “You could!” she counters. “All you had to do was run out the door and stop them! It was on fire! My daughter is missing!”“But I—”“No! I’m tired of hearing excuses,” she insists. “My home burned to the ground, and it’s all your fault!”Gasping, I bolt upright, my thin summer blankets falling into my lap. My heart continues to pound for a few seconds even after realizing it’s all a dream.The night is still, and with the window open to the cool, refreshing breeze, I can hear the crickets in the yard and the gentle croaking of frogs in the creek near my house. It’s as though everything is normal in the world, and I wish I could just pretend that none of these real-life nightmares have happened.But I can’t, because it’s all real. My best friend is gone, and I don’t even know if she’s still alive. What was left of her house, a place I loved as







