Here is my second POV character, Gwen! 😉 We’re in the second chapter of the short story so far!
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Snippet Five
Gwen
The soft sound of my footsteps filled the otherwise silent chamber. I paced back and forth, biting my nail – something a Princess should never do. I had long since dropped the habit unless I was extremely nervous, then it was all I could do not to bite off my entire finger.
Father had called for me. Had I done something wrong?
I tried to think over the past week, wondering if I was going to be scolded, and why. The only things that came to mind were when I had tripped on the skirt of my dress into an ambassador, spilling wine over his vest and on me, and the fact that as I apologized to said ambassador, I broke out laughing at the look on his face.
Nothing else came to mind.
“Princess Gwen?” I nearly jumped three feet in the air as I whirled around to see who had spoken. Frederick, Father’s servant, stood at the doorway. I quickly forced a smile and stood straight, pretending as if I had heard him come.
“Yes?” my voice came out more rushed and panicked than I had intended.
“Your Father is ready for you,” Frederick nodded and vanished from the doorway.
“Of course, I’ll be there right away,” I said to the empty space where he had been. I sighed.
I rushed down the corridor to Father’s chambers, pausing at the great wooden doors. I lifted my hand to knock, and then lowered it, quickly tucking a golden lock behind one ear and smoothing the wrinkles from my dress. I slowly turned the knob, and quietly pushed the door open, peeking through the small opening.
“Father?”
“Come in,” I took a deep breath and opened the door wider, stepped through, and softly closed it behind me.
My father was seated at his desk, as always. Mama used to say that an unorderly desk reveals an unorderly mind. Father would be insane if that were true.
“Sit,”
I obeyed, walking over to the desk and sitting across from him. I looked down at a paper in front of me, it was a letter. I only got past the introduction when Father snatched it away, and looked at me sternly. His once-brown hair was now streaked with grey, and his merry blue eyes looked like somber ponds.
“Lewis tells me that you insulted the ambassador of Grincklton?” I swallowed hard.
“Not intentionally, I tripped and stumbled into him. Lewis had no right to-”
“I will not hear you speak ill of my advisor,”
“Father, if you only looked! Lewis can’t be up to any good. There’s more behind those grey eyes of his than we know. I don’t know how-”
“I said I will not hear you speak ill of him. Am I clear?” Father barked, standing up. I stood up as well, biting my lip, and holding back tears as I hung my head.
“Gwen. Am. I. Clear?”
I lifted my head, taking a shuddering breath. The words came out before I could stop them. “Mother wouldn’t’ve trusted him,” Father’s eyes burned holes through me. Anger and grief show through them.
“You are dismissed,” he said quietly, brokenly. I moved toward him, intending to comfort him. We’re in this together.
“Father, I-”
“Get out of my sight, NOW,” Father roared. I leaped back, as if I had touched a hot flame, and fled. I ran down the corridors, pushing past servants. The moment I set foot in my quarters, I slammed the door shut, leaning against it. I slowly slumped to the floor. I locked my arms around my knees, staring at the wall. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t crydon’tcrydon’tcry. The tears burned, and I buried my face in my knees, sobbing.
I missed him. I missed him so, so much.
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