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       #Post#: 411177--------------------------------------------------
       An Arranged Escape
       By: bethmichellesant Date: September 24, 2020, 7:11 pm
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       "Stop that pouting, you will earn yourself ghastly wrinkles!"
       "Yes, mother."
       "And stand up straight, do you wish your back to hump forever?"
       "No, mother."
       "And put a smile on that gaunt face of yours, heaven knows we
       cannot have you making it more difficult for the Prince to find
       you attractive!"
       "Of course, mother."
       The barrage of orders lasted for what felt like hours, but
       Aurelia had only really been stood for barely a few minutes. She
       was nervous enough without her mother's harsh words, there was
       no need for it to be made worse. Allowing herself a soft sigh,
       the young princess stared dead ahead at the closed door before
       her. On the other side of that slab of heavy, gold-leaf
       decorated oak, stood the man she was expected to marry in just 3
       short days. Today, she would meet him for the first time.
       "But mother, what if I don't like him?" She had questioned when
       she first heard about the arrangement. Such a question had
       earned her a slap, leaving a mark that had needed to be covered
       by makeup for several days. It was not about whether she liked
       him, but if he thought she was an acceptable bride. Which in
       turn, would provide their families with the important bond that
       would unite their countries. She would be shipped off to live in
       his castle, bear his children, of which there were sure to be
       many, then left to teach them all how to behave well and
       continue the Royal cycle of arranged marriages. It broke her
       heart to even imagine it.
       With a snap, the door was unlocked and Aurelia was pulled back
       to the present moment. Her fingers twiddled in the ends of her
       white lace gloves and she took as deep a breath as she could
       manage in her tightly pulled corset, her eyes watching the door
       slowly turn. A steward stood in the archway, his chest bursting
       at the buttons as he stood proudly tall.
       "Presenting, Prince Richard." His voice boomed, though it were
       only for Aurelia, her mother and the handmaiden, Libby, who
       would remain as chaperone so that they were not alone. Aurelia
       glanced across at her friend, for that was what she had come to
       known Libby as truly, hoping to find a returning smile of
       solace. Libby, however, had her head bowed as was to be expected
       as the Prince himself appeared in the doorway. Straight away,
       Aurelia knew she did not like him. Not one bit. His hair was
       perfectly quaffed, his skin was flawless, his clothing was
       garish and drenched in show-off jewels and his smarmy smile gave
       her a bad feeling. No, this was not a man she would like to
       marry. All hope that resided in her mind now sunk out of the
       bottom of her feet until it rested 6 feet below. She struggled
       to hold back a tear, though no one seemed to notice.
       "Good morning," Prince Richard beamed, his voice as greasy as
       his smile. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my
       darling." Every word from his lips sent a shiver through her,
       which was only intensified as he roughly took her hand to his
       lips to press a kiss upon her knuckles.
       "Thank you, Prince Richard." Aurelia spoke softly, daring not to
       bring her voice much louder than a whisper lest it should crack
       and give her true emotions away.
       "Speak up, girl!" Her mother snapped, though did not wait for
       her to repeat herself. "Well, there is no need for extra
       company. We shall make ourselves scarce." She gestured to the
       steward who offered her his arm to lean on, the two of them
       exiting hastily. Aurelia swallowed hard and tried to catch
       Libby's eye again. This time, she found a sympathetic face
       looking towards her. At least she wasn't alone with this
       weasel...
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       Re: An Arranged Escape
       By: bethmichellesant Date: September 25, 2020, 4:53 pm
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       "So," the Prince smiled, brushing past Aurelia and sitting on a
       grand armchair by the fireplace. This left her with the wooden
       stool usually used to hold the bucket of coal. Not wanting to
       dirty her dress, Aurelia chose to stand. "So, so, so." The
       Prince repeated, studying his bride-to-be scrutinizingly. "We
       are to be wed in three short days, my cherub. Are you as excited
       as I am?" He leaned back, his fingers pressed together at his
       chin.
       "Yes, Prince Richard." Aurelia bowed her head, being careful of
       her manners. Mother would not stand for it if she were to cause
       any reason for him to complain about her. "I am truly honoured
       your mother believes me to be-"
       "Yes, yes, yes," he waved his hand dismissively "I am sure. Now,
       how are you with travelling? I shan't have any travel sickness
       in my carriage when we leave. And I shan't stand for it once you
       are with child either, so be warned now, if you suffer it you
       shall be kept at the far end of the castle until my child is
       born." Before she could answer, he had sprung up out of his
       chair and approached her. He grasped her by the shoulders to
       turn her this way and that, then ran his hands around her waist
       and hips. "Hmm, yes. A fine mother you shall make, good birthing
       hips."
       Aurelia stared, her mouth agape. She felt like cattle being eyed
       up for breeding... This was the brute she was to spend her life
       with? She hoped now that it was a short one... A tear welled
       dangerously in the corner of her eye, but she dared not reach to
       wipe it while he was watching her.
       "Excuse me, your Highness," Libby spoke quickly from the corner,
       snapping his attention for long enough that Aurelia could run
       her hand across her eye. "But I don't think that sort of contact
       is appropriate before you are-"
       "Hush, girl!" He barked, but Aurelia cast her a small smile. She
       was glad even moreso now, that Libby had been chosen as
       chaperone instead of her mother. "Well, I think that will do,
       your handmaiden has disturbed my mood. I shall retire to my
       room. You will come to me in the morning and I will pick out a
       wedding dress for you so that we have time to adjust what I have
       brought to fit your size. Goodnight, my pet." With that, he
       strode to the door without so much as a backwards glance.
       The second he was gone, Aurelia fell to her knees and Libby
       rushed to her side, scooping the sobbing princess into her arms
       and rocking back and forth.
       "I cannot stay," Aurelia hiccuped, burying her face into her
       friend's busom. "That ghastly man, he is no Prince! He is a
       beast, a horrid creature who intends to use me and throw me
       away!" Libby tried to hush her, stroking her hair, but Aurelia
       had made up her mind. "I will leave..." she sat up, her cheeks
       soaked but her eyes full of determination. "I would rather die
       tomorrow at the castle gates than marry that man - help me pack
       a bag!"
       Hurriedy, the two women scrambled around the room, grabbing only
       necessary items. Several expensive jewels made their way into
       the luggage, at Libby's advisement, should she need money to pay
       for anything. When they were done, Aurelia threw one of Libby's
       black shawls around her shoulders and hugged her friend as tight
       as she could.
       "Thank you..." Aurelia kissed her on the forehead and grasped
       her arms tightly. "For everything. I will write when I have
       found somewhere stable to stay, you can come and join me then.
       For now, pretend that you have tucked me in for the night and
       return to your quarters. Alert the guards after daybreak, I
       should be gone by then." They shared one last hug, before
       Aurelia slipped out into the hallway which now grew dark as the
       sun began to set. Her heart pounded furiously - was she a fool?
       The image of that smarmy smile came to mind and she knew - no,
       this was not a mistake, it was a beginning.
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       Re: An Arranged Escape
       By: Caroline Date: September 27, 2020, 4:21 am
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       They were a long way from home and travelling with no rest took
       its toll on Cecile’s body. She imagined Christopher felt the
       same bone-crushing fatigue but they weren’t far from their
       destination and the young princess was determined to make it
       before nightfall. As they make their way through the forest, the
       horse beneath her protests with a grunt. It seemed Ace had had
       enough too. She flings herself over, the soles of her feet
       sinking into the mud as her greyhounds bark tiredly, probably
       for treats but she dismissed them, grabbing the reigns of her
       horse to walk alongside him.
       “Princ-!”
       Christoper insisted but she raised her hand and silenced him. He
       was her advisor but she refused to tire her horse anymore than
       what was necessary.
       “I can see it, look,” she pointed over the horizon to the castle
       before turning back to the middle aged man, his scruffy beard
       suited him and his eyes were deeply hooded as he stared back
       before jumping off of his horse also. Not that he wanted to, but
       it was an act of respect to the princess. She took heavy steps
       through the mud, the muscles in her thighs contracting before
       her head whips to the right.
       A rustle shook the earth as her eyebrows furrow, watching the
       man take a protective stance before her as she too reached for
       her own sword, rested in its hilt at her waist.
       “Who goes there?”
       Christopher’s voice echoed through the space among them but
       nothing. It was no animal, and as her eyes squint she makes out
       the figure of someone just a little smaller than her in height,
       though the cloak around their figure didn’t give anything else
       away. They seemed to freeze, unable to move. As Christopher
       tries to advance forward she wraps her fingers around his elbow
       and pulls him back, putting a finger to her lips and shaking her
       head.
       This person, whoever they were, wasn’t a threat. Not to them,
       anyway, that much was evident. She walks past her guard, the
       greyhounds following in her stead and reaches forward to firmly
       grab their shoulder, twisting them in the process. As they turn,
       a harsh wind forces the hood off their head, revealing
       underneath, not a peasant, but a beautiful girl with blond locks
       that went as fast as the eye could see.
       Cecile was even more confused, because the more she stared,
       rather impolitely, the more she seemed to notice her features
       and how similar they were to the king of the land. It was like
       looking at his copy. It dawned on her that their was a political
       marriage to be celebrated, which is why she had travelled so
       far, to represent her own lands, as her father was too busy;
       death had taken her mother too soon, and her brother wasn’t much
       for diplomacy. She swallowed the questions bubbling on her
       tongue, and opted for one that didn’t seem threatening.
       “Where are you headed to?”
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       Re: An Arranged Escape
       By: bethmichellesant Date: September 27, 2020, 8:32 am
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       Heart pounding out of her chest, wind racing past her face, feet
       aching in shoes that were far more appropriate for pathed
       floors, Aurelia ran. She dared not look back, even now as she
       clambered over the garden wall and fell over the other side, she
       held her breath so as not to make a sound. To run from the
       castle was bad enough, but to run from her marriage... she could
       face serious punishment. Why, it was practically treason!
       Shoving bushes and branches out of her way, she scrambled
       through the forest hoping she would find a path that wasn't the
       main road, if she was found by the guards... it didn't bear
       thinking about. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it
       up to give her legs more freedom to run, but this meant she only
       had one arm for pushing branches and soon she was scratched and
       scraped in the face and arms by trees that seemed to want to
       grab her and pull her back.
       Noises to her left caused her to stop. Voices... hooves... had
       she found the path? Her eyes strained in the darkness as she
       struggled to see, but the moon was hidden behind clouds and she
       could barely see her own hand in front of her face. Slowly she
       tried to turn away from whoever was there as silently as
       possible, pulling her shawl tighter around her until suddenly
       the voice called to her. She dared not answer, her heart
       pounding so loudly she could hear it over the panting of her
       breath. [I]No![/i] She couldn't have been found already, she
       thought she would have made it so much further... Feet frozen to
       the ground, she begged them to move on, to not see her, let the
       darkness envelop her and make her invisible.
       It was not to be, as she felt the sudden pull on her shoulder.
       Almost losing her footing in the mud, she spun around and found
       herself staring at not a guard, but a woman. She almost didn't
       hear the question put to her as her mind raced. Who was this?
       Would they take her back? Could she pass herself off as a simple
       peasant? Definitely not now that her shawl had fallen, the
       golden embellishments around her head and shoulders would be
       sure to give that away. Maybe a castle aid? Some of the higher
       staff had expensive wages... Aurelia parted her lips to try to
       answer with any of these desperate thoughts but the words failed
       her. Instead, a soft squeak came forth and she shook her head.
       Behind her, a horn bellowed in the distance and a bell began to
       call. [I]They'd noticed she was gone![/i] Desperately, she
       grasped at the woman's forearm, her eyes wide with pure fear.
       "Please!" Her voice was filled with panic as voices shouted in
       the distance, guards calling the alarm to search the grounds. "I
       cannot go back!" Tears began to swell in her eyes. She had made
       it so far, she couldn't fail now! Her only hope now was that
       this stranger would help her, without even a single piece of
       information. Aurelia's fate lay in her hands...
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       Re: An Arranged Escape
       By: Caroline Date: October 1, 2020, 9:36 am
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       The bells tolled loud and clear, shaking the kingdom with veiled
       threats to find someone important and of high value to them or
       else. Cecile looked at the skies above, praying silently to the
       gods who looked back before looking at the princess once more.
       She had inherited her fathers good looks, and the resemblance
       was uncanny, she couldn’t deny that much.
       What had gotten her worked up so? Was it the marriage? Was it
       her family?
       No matter what it is, you can’t leave her here, Cecile.
       Christopher coughed in defiance to her silent thoughts, he knew
       that it was in her nature to help people, especially such a
       young girl, who was practically shaking with fear, tears
       gathering in her eyes as her orbs begged for reprieve.
       Nodding, she took the girls hand and walked back to her horse
       who waited diligently, helping the girl up first and then
       hoisting herself up behind her. Her arms locked around the
       princess and grabbed the reigns, pulling on them harshly and
       commanding the beast forward.
       They soared through the lands, in the opposite direction to the
       castle and through hidden passages that Christoper had become
       accustomed to on his many visits to the kingdom. She wanted to
       stay out of sight for as long as possible and the hounds behind
       her did a great job of smearing the horses imprint in the
       ground. Perhaps it would distract the soldiers long enough so
       they could get out of these foreign lands and back to where she
       felt safe.
       “Princess?”
       She stops and can’t help but notice that they both turn around
       to face Christopher, her suspicions only proven right.
       “Perhaps we should take shelter for the night. There’s a passage
       just to the left to some caves. The horses need rest, the hounds
       too, no doubt.”
       “You’re right.”
       She nods and they go uphill to find the caves, sure enough. They
       were discreet and looked like they were part of the mountain
       itself, hidden in plain sight. Cecile jumps off the horse first
       to lend the younger princess a helping hand. After they had set
       up tent, she ushers the princess inside the cave; her eyes had
       become accustomed to the dark, navigating her way around easily.
       Taking a seat on the ground opposite Christoper, her brown eyes
       settle on the princess, many questions swirling in her
       coffee-filled gaze.
       “You said you couldn’t go back. . .” she started off easy,
       “why?”
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       Re: An Arranged Escape
       By: bethmichellesant Date: October 1, 2020, 10:25 am
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       Aurelia stumbled along behind the stranger and although she was
       weary of which direction she would be taken, she allowed herself
       to be helped onto the horse. Drawing the shawl around herself
       once more, she prayed they would turn away from the castle and
       almost sobbed in relief as they began their journey. The arms
       around her felt secure and for once, she felt safe. She had
       ridden horses many times before but to be sharing the saddle was
       different, she thought it would feel strange not to be in
       control but... she never really had been in control of anything,
       truly.
       "Princess?" The call she thought was to her, startled her, she
       knew she had given herself away now. Yet neither of them changed
       course with this realisation? It also told her that the woman
       was also a princess from another kingdom, no doubt here for the
       royal wedding.  A thought crossed her mind that maybe they were
       planning to steal her away and hold her ransom, but she decided
       even that fate would be worse than what awaited her at home. If
       she could even call it home anymore, that is.
       When they stopped, Aurelia accepted the help down from the horse
       and looked closer upon her aid and watched as they set up their
       things. Upon being ushered inside, she looked to the patch of
       ground waiting for her, laid out her shawl to sit on and
       gracefully sank down, pulling her knees to her chest. Her face,
       no longer flush from running, was a mess. Her tear stained
       cheeks were pale, her hair was bedraggled and still held onto a
       few leaves and her porcelain skin was imperfected by faint
       scratches from her run through the bushes. It took her a moment
       before her thoughts collected as the realisation that she didn't
       know where to go from here finally sunk in.
       "I-" She paused, wondering how much she should disclose. With a
       heavy sigh, she nodded and began her story. "I am sure you have
       come to the realisation by now that I am my father's daughter.
       You are both here for the wedding, yes?" She glanced at them
       both and waited for their confirmation before continuing. "The
       man I am supposed to marry, he is a... well, no man at all." Her
       brow furrowed and she seemed to struggle for a monent to bring
       more words forth.
       "There are things that a woman must do for her kingdom, you know
       this as well as I do. But if you ever have the imponderable
       displeasure of meeting that... that cretin, you would know
       exactly why I cannot go back. I do not wish to spend the rest of
       my days locked away like a doll there for his pleasure to give
       him-" She stopped, she could explain no further. Tears
       threatened her cheeks once again but now she drew her hand
       across her eyes. She had cried enough tonight. Now she was in
       the real world, she had to learn to grow up. No time for tears
       anymore.
       "I should thank you, both of you." A firm look crossed her face
       as she looked up at the princess and to her companion. "How can
       I repay you? I do not have much and I certainly have no money
       anymore, but I cannot let this debt go unpaid. You have saved my
       life, for I know if you had returned me, I could not have gone
       on living." Her eyes fixated on the princess, no longer wild and
       panicked but truly grateful.
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