Whoops, ignore how it went through before, I misread where I had left off! Again, though, I am SO sorry that I haven’t posted for a while!!
Snippet Six
Gwen
Eight years, Two weeks, and Five Days earlier
I squealed in delight as my father swung me high into the air. He twirled me around.
“Again, Father, again!” I shouted, clapping my hands. My mother stood at the doorway, smiling. Father turned to her. She gave a soft smile.
“I think it’s time that little girls go to bed,” said my mother, stepping into the room. I groaned as Father whisked me into my bed and under the covers.
“Can I have a story? Please please please please please?” I begged, sitting up. Father laughed as he sat on the bed. Mother sat in the chair next to my bed.
“What story would you like to hear?” asked Father. I thought for a moment, and then said,
“The story about Princess Deria,” my father gave a laugh and then began to spin my favorite tale. When he finished, she turned to me.
“You know I’m the King, Goldie, and do you know what that means?”
I shook my head.
“It means that one day you will rule Longmoore in my stead, and I want you to have a biggest kingdom yet, I want you to be an excellent Queen for our people, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you will,” I grinned,
“Does that mean I will rule over castles and hills and forests like Princess Deria?”
“Yes, my dear,” he said. I turned to mother. She looked pained.
“What’s wrong mother?” I asked.
“It- It’s nothing my dear, I’m fine,” she said brushing away a tear. My father tenderly embraced her.
“Good night, Goldie,” he said, gently leading my mother out of the room as I burrowed under the covers.
Krafting with Kayleigh 