In
the morning everything would be different, that was one thing Penny knew. There
would be no more time with family, no more attacks on her parents, no more anything.
Penny,
the heir to the crown of Meadens, would be giving up the crown; she was
leaving.
She
tossed again, and again, sleep never coming even when she willed it to. Nothing. Memories of the palace ran
through her mind, reminding her why the seventeen year old had to leave.
After
another hour of tossing and turning the princess slipped out of bed, she
crossed the room to where her riding clothes were. Pulling them on she slipped
a cloak on, made sure her hair was hidden, then crept to her window.
She
knew goodbyes were hard, she wasn’t going to put her family through that. With
one last look at her bed, she opened her window, and shimmied down the tree
that was conveniently placed next to the balcony. Before her feet even touched
the ground she was already running across the courtyard hiding in the shadows
towards the barn.
She
smelt the familiar barn smell, and inhaled it, she loved this place, loved
everything about it, it was better than her fighting lessons. She stepped into
the darkness and walked down the aisle of stables, past her horse, Queen, who
neighed softly. Instead of taking her Penny walked towards the very last
stable.
One
of the stallions of the neighboring prince neighed at her as she crept into the
stable. She shushed him by petting him, then by his halter led him out of the
stall towards the tack room. After everything was in check she swung up onto
the saddle and sighed.
Nudging
him into a walk she led him by the reins out of the palace, past Queen who was
now neighing louder, past the palace where her family slept in their beds
safely, and past her room where her childhood sat.
Past
everything that had once been hers but now was nobody’s.
What an imaginative, regal approach to such a plain gray picture.
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