Brave Merida Novels & Stories

Her lips curled. And then she looked at me. My stomach dropped. Mirabella, however, was too busy throwing her tantrum to notice. “But the wedding is tomorrow!” she whined, stomping one jeweled slipper against the floor. “I cannot marry Vincenzo Marazona. Mother, have you seen the things people say about him? They said he’s half dead already. They said he looks at people like he wants to bury them alive. I can’t do it. I just can’t.”