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Masquerade~ Part 10

See Part 8 here and Part 9 here :)

“This is it.” I thought as I approached the farm. It looked so much more run down than I recalled. They must have gotten along terribly after everything happened…

“Hello! Anyone home?” I called out.


“Can I help you, Sir?” A young pregnant woman called from the stream near the house.


I dismounted my horse and walked over to the young woman who was now in front of the house with a pail of water in hand. “How do you do, Ma’am. I was hoping to find Liesel Bennet here.” I greeted.


“I’m afraid I don’t know any Liesel Bennets… Or even a Liesel for that matter.” The woman said.


“She used to live here with her mother and father. Do you maybe know her mother? Mrs. Amelia Bennet?” I asked, desperate for answers.


The young lady swept her hair out of her face as though in deep thought. “No, I’m sorry. My late husband and I bought this place from an elderly woman, Ms. Donalds about two years ago. Never knew anyone else owned it.”


“Ms. Donalds… Do you know where she’s staying now? Perhaps she knows where I can find the Bennets.”


“Um… I’m sorry to tell you this, but, Ms. Donalds passed away. Not long after my husband… There was a terrible epidemic…” She said solemnly.


“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I turned my head away to hide my disappointment.


“Would you like to come inside? I have some lemonade ready for my son, but there’s plenty if you’d like some.” She offered kindly.

“That’s kind of you, but I should be going. Thank you for your help.”

   Before I could say another word, a small boy around 7 years old came running up. 

“Mama! Mama! I caught myself a fish!” He yelled proudly.


“That’s wonderful, Charlie! We’ll have us a real feast tonight.” His mother praised. It was then I realized just how poor they were. Just a widowed mother with a child on the way, it must be hard to make end’s meet. If one fish caught with nothing more than a little net was a feast, I’d hate to know what their every day meal was like.


“Charlie, I want you to say hello to…?”


“Edmund Richardson. It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” I flashed him a friendly smile.


“Go on inside now and get washed up, okay?” His mother instructed.

“Okay, Mama.”


“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help to you. Good luck on your search.” The kindly woman said with a smile.


Before I headed off, I glanced at my fishing rod and I knew I had one last thing to do.


“Hey, Charlie! Come here a second.” I called him over just before they disappeared into the house.


“I want you to have this.” I said, holding out my fishing rod.


He looked at me, as though unsure if he should accept it or not.


“It’s okay, honey. Go on.” His mother gave her approval…


And he came over and grabbed the rod, a smile so wide on his cute little face.


“Look, Mama! My very own pole!” He exclaimed.


“It’s lovely, son. What do you say to Mr. Richardson?”

He beamed up at me and said thank you and I nodded.


“Can I go catch another fish for supper, Mama?” Little Charlie asked. “Alright, but be home before supper.”


“That was very kind of you, Mr. Richardson. I think it’s just about the greatest gift he’s ever received.” His mother thanked me with grateful tears in her eyes.  “Before you go, I just remembered, there is a new princess in Uceda by the name of Liesel. She was close to poverty when the prince asked for her hand. Maybe she’s the one you’re looking for?”


“Thank you. I’ll be sure to look into it.” I said with a bow of my head.


“Goodbye! And thank you!”

As I rode away from the old farm, I couldn’t help but worry. If that was Liesel who married the prince, there was no way she was happy with him.  I certainly hope she’s not married….

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Next part coming soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~ 


Masquerade~ Part 9

See part 7 & Part 8 :)


The past few weeks I spent my time wandering around the palace grounds. My world has changed so drastically and I longed more than anyone could imagine, to be free from this prison.


I stroked the nose of my favorite horse and smiled at her. She was my only comfort during these days. The prince and I still weren’t in love and I couldn’t see myself ever falling in love with him. He was nice, but hardly the type of man I wanted.

I was startled out of my thoughts by the sound of voices coming from around the back of the stable.


I leaned against the door and listened closely.

“It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for this ever since I got her out of prison.” I gasped and quickly placed my hand over my mouth. That sounds like Frederic!

“You did a good job. If I ever need anything else, I’ll let you know.”

That voice was unmistakably the prince.


This doesn’t make sense… Why would the prince be working with Frederic? And what on earth did he give him? 

 

That night during dessert, I cleared my throat softly to get the prince’s attention. “Jeremiah, I have something to ask you…” I said hesitantly.


“What is it?” He inquired as he looked up from his food.


“When I was in the stables today, I thought I heard you talking to someone. The man sounded a lot like Frederic.” I said, though I was scared to even mention his name.


“Ah, I see. It’s nothing to worry about, Liesel. Everything is taken care of.” He said with a grin that made me suspicious. What’s taken care of?

 

I looked down at my food and didn’t say another word.


“Well, I’m off to bed now. Goodnight, Liesel.” He said and rose from his seat.


As I watched him walk away, a million questions span around in my head, but I couldn’t get one question out of my mind – did the prince somehow have a hand in Frederic’s threats to me?

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Oooh…. What could be happening? 😉

Next part coming soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 8

Okay, everyone settle down so I can begin this post! XD

I bet you’re all super happy to see this, huh? I got a splurge of inspiration today and finally figured everything out for the rest of this story! I’m SO excited to get the rest of the story posted and I hope you’re all just as excited as I am! 😀

For the previous part, click here. I just wanna make sure you’re all caught up 😉


As I walked through the streets that warm summer day, I found myself lost in deep thought. Why did I ever leave? Yes, I was terrified, but couldn’t I at least have confessed? Couldn’t I have confided in her?


“Please don’t go, Edmund.” Her pleas rang clear as a bell in my mind. “I don’t want to, but I have to.” I had said. “But why? Can’t you just tell me?” She asked of me as tears filled her striking green eyes. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Was my vague and ridiculous reply.


“Remember me.” She requested just before she turned to leave. I’ve always remembered you. But did she still remember me? Did she even spare the slightest thought for me, even after all these years of being apart?


I shook my head. There’s no way. But it was time for me to go back, time for me to face her and find out for sure.


“Good day, Edmund!” Nicole, a good friend of mine, greeted as she joined my pace.

“Hello, Nicole.” I greeted, forcing a smile. She was my friend, but I wanted to be alone for the moment.

“Is something wrong?” She inquired.


After what I had learned after leaving home all those years ago, I knew it was best for me to come clear. “I’m leaving, Nicole. It’s time for me to go home.” I admitted.


“And to see her again, right?” She asked with a knowing smile.


“It was wrong of me to leave her that way. It’s high time I face her and make up for my mistakes. I thought I could beat this on my own, but I realize I need her now more than ever.” I explained, my heart heavy.


“Well, I certainly wish you well, Edmund. Be safe.” Nicole bid with a friendly grin.


“Thank you. For everything.” Nicole had helped me through a lot these past years and I was eternally grateful to her.


It’s time to come clean. 

~~~~~

Oooh! I wonder who Edmund could be….? ;D

I hope you liked this part! We’ll get to Liesel in the next installment :)

~Jaclynn~

Dine & Dash~ A Photostory

Wait, what? Two photostories in a row? I can’t even remember the last time I did that! Well, you are about to find some of my deep, dark secrets… Okay, not really, but you will find out something you’ve been dying to know 😉


“Hey, Delle. That guy over there keeps looking around the diner. Think he’s up to something?” Eli asked his older sister.

 

Riven-Delle casually looked over to where the guy was sitting. She guessed he was an older teen. Maybe 16 or 17? He seemed kind of suspicious- mostly cause he was wearing a black leather jacket.


They quickly turned their gaze away from him when they noticed he was looking at them.


The teen guy stood up, his food gone except for a few fries and a little left of his grape soda.


Then Riven-Delle casually watched as he walked away from the bar and went out the door.


“Eli, stay here.” Riven-Delle instructed. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Uh, I don’t think you should do that, Delle. He’s obviously not a good guy. It’s not safe.” said Elijah. Riven-Delle didn’t listen, though.


Riven-Delle followed the guy out the door and watched him for any strange behavior. “It seems safe.” She thought.


“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Riven-Delle called out and he paused abruptly, as though thinking “Oh no. I m caught.”

 

“You talking to me?” He inquired as he turned to face her.


“Yeah, I am. You just left the diner without paying.” She stated firmly.


He chuckled and turned his head away.


“Look, don’t say anything about this to anyone. I need to get out of here.” He said urgently.


“What’s your hurry?” She asked.

“I need to help my friend. He’s sick.” He informed.


“Sure he is.” Elijah said as he walked up.

“I told you to wait for me.” Riven-Delle scolded.


“I think he’s just making all this up to get away.” Eli said bluntly.

“Actually, I’m not, kid. My friend really is sick.” He stated.


“Look, I don’t have time to chat with a couple of kids. I gotta get going.” He said, turning to leave.


“I don’t think you should be talking to us that way. I’m actually 14, how old are you?” Riven-Delle inquired.


“16. And before you ask, my name is Weston.” He introduced.


“Well, here’s the thing Weston. If you don’t have any money, I’ll pay the bill for you. And I won’t turn you in.” Riven-Delle offered kindly.


Weston turned away with a sigh. Inside he felt guilty because he did have the money, but he couldn’t tell them that. He needed to get back home and help his friend. “Deal.” He agreed.

And that was the last word they heard him say.


“I hope he’ll be okay.” Riven-Delle said.


“I hope we see him again. I just need to touch that hair. How does he get it to stay up like that?” Eli wondered and Riven-Delle just laughed. She hoped to see him again, too, mostly because she felt sorry for him. She hoped he would turn from his wrong ways…

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YES!! I MADE A BOY DOLL!! I’ve been planning to make him for months now, but I was finally able to do it today! I’m just so in love with him. He’s so amazing!! 😀

I’ll be posting pics soon of the customization process 😉

Do you want a boy doll? What would you want him to look like? 

~Jaclynn~
P.S. I also apologize for the first few photos. The lighting in my room is terrible….

Stranger at the Park~ A Photostory


It was a warm, sunny day, so I decided to bring the kids to the park. Jess and Lana sat on a bench chatting. Or rather, Lana chatted and Jess didn’t pay much attention.

“…and then half an hour later, I saw Samantha dusting AGAIN! I’m telling you, she cleans way too much.” Lana observed, though Jess didn’t seem to notice her talking.


“Humph! I’ve been sitting here doing all the talking while you just sit there staring at nothing! I’d rather be talking to Josefina – even if she always blows her top with me,  at least she would respond!” Lana grumbled, and still Jess didn’t say a word.


With a heavy, over exaggerated sigh, Lana leaped to her feet and walked away in a huff.


“Um, hi! You’re one of the girls from that huge family that lives on Daisy Street, right?” A strange girl inquired as she walked up to the bench Jess sat miserably on.

“Oh, yeah. You live across the street from us, huh?” Jess asked.

“Yeah, I’m still kinda new. We moved there in January. Uh, so, do you mind if I sit with you?” The girl wondered.

“Sure, it’s fine.” Jess replied.


“I’m Leia, by the way. What’s your name?” Leia introduced.

“I’m Jess. How old are you?” She asked.


“I’m 16. You?”

“Oh, I’m 14.” Jess answered, turning her head away.


They sat in an awkward silence for a while, but Leia was determined to get to know her better. “Are you okay?” She inquired.


Jess sighed and closed her eyes. “No, I’m not.”


“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong?” Leia pressed.


“Today marks 6 years since my brother and sister died.” Jess struggled through the words, but she somehow managed to get them out without bawling.


“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Leia said, looking down at her compass.


“H-how did they die?” She inquired.


“In a terrible accident. A cave in.” Jess informed as she stared into space, her eyes wet with tears.


“That’s awful…. Couldn’t someone have tried to get them out?” Leia asked.

“They did, but it was too late.” Jess answered.


“Have you ever lost someone?” Jess inquired.


Leia turned her head and stared into open space. “No.” She answered simply.


“Well, I’d better be going. It was nice to meet you, Jess.” Leia said as she rose to her feet.

“It was nice to meet you, too, Leia. Maybe you could come over sometime?” Jess offered.


“Yeah, maybe. Well, bye!” Leia said with a smile.


Leia walked away and  holding onto her compass, she said, “I’m not gonna lose you. I will find you.”

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Hiii! I felt like making a photostory today and YAY! Now Leia is introduced! XD I know, it took me forever to introduce her, but I had other plans for her, but then things changed so I was able to make her introductory photostory at last! ;D

I hope you liked it! Have a great day!

~Jaclynn~

2 Fillies & A Colt~ A Photostory

You’re all probably doing this right now – *rechecks title* Does that really say photostory? 

Yes, yes, it does! I’ve finally made a photostory! YAY!! 

Annika will take over now :)

  
Sometimes when I stand by the door to the backyard and I feel the cool breeze sweeping over me and hear the birds chirping, I just feel called to go outside. That’s what happened to me today. It was so beautiful outside I just had to go out and be surrounded by the fresh air.

  
And then I saw our ponies playing in the lawn. 

  

I smiled gleefully as I watched them. They were so adorable, it killed me.

  
Sparks Flying was the first to notice me. He stared at me, a gleam in his eye. Then he ran over to me.

  
“Hey, you good boy!” I greeted as I stroked his fluffy face. Nothing better than the fluffy fur of a pony. Well, maybe there is, but to me, it was one of the most amazing feelings in the world.

  
It wasn’t long before Luthien and Eowyn noticed me and trotted over to us.

  
Eowyn lifted her muzzle under my arm to make me pet her and I giggled as she did so. These two girlies were jealous of the attention I was giving Sparks Flying.

  
“Don’t be jealous, you two! I love you all very much.” I cooed.

  
I could have stayed out there forever. These ponies definitely held a special place in my heart. 

Awww…. I love my horses, but I hardly ever use them! It felt good to give these little ponies some attention :)

Have you ever pet a pony? 

~Jaclynn~

Discouraging Words~ A Photostory

Hi everyone! I got to thinking how it’s been a super long time since I’ve made a photostory, so today I set aside some time to make a short photostory for you all. I hope you like it! :)

  
“Aren’t these guitars great, Dallas?” Eli asked with an excited smile.

  
“Yeah! That was awesome of mom to buy them for us!” Dallas agreed.

  
“Oh so this is where all that music is coming from.” Lana observed as she walked in the room.

  
“Yeah, mom bought Dallas and me some guitars! Aren’t they cool?” Eli asked.

  
“Oh, sure. They look cool, but how do they sound? Go on, play something, Eli.” Lana urged her brother.

“Well, okay.” Eli agreed and strummed a few notes on his electric guitar.

  
“Hm. That wasn’t so bad.” Lana said, not sounding very impressed.

  
“Your turn, Dallas. Play something.” Lana ordered her brother. 

“Yeah, come on, Dal!” Eli urged him.

  
“Well, I don’t know…” Dallas said, not feeling very confident.

  
“Ha! I bet you don’t even know how to play!” Lana sneered.

  
“I do, too!” Dallas defended himself and placed his fingers on the strings and began to play.

  
When Eli heard him, he felt sorry he had encouraged him to play. He just knew Lana was going to pick on him, but when he looked at her, she seemed to be smiling. He wondered if perhaps she was enjoying it. 

  
Dallas strummed the last chord and looked at Lana who had her nose up in the air.

  
“That was the worst thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I can’t believe mommy wasted her money on a guitar for you! You can’t even play! She should have spent that money on something that could actually be played well by somebody. Like a piano for me!” Lana said full of disgust.

  
“It’s not a waste! I just can’t play very well yet!” Dallas shouted angrily.

  
Lana leaned over and said, “Dallas, you will never play the guitar well because you don’t have the skill it takes to play it.”  

 
When Lana had left the room, Eli tried to cheer up his brother. “Aw, don’t worry, Dal! Lana always says things like that to everybody. You’ll learn!” Eli encouraged him.

  
“No, Eli. I think she’s right.” Dallas mumbled as he set his guitar down. Eli frowned and decided it would be best to leave Dallas alone for a while. 

  
After about ten minutes, Jocelyn walked in the room. “Hey, Dallas! What are you doing?” She inquired.

  
“Nothing.” He replied.

  
Jocelyn sat on the floor and gave Pepper some love. Then she said, “So I heard mommy got you and Eli some guitars. Why aren’t you playing it?”

  
“Because I can’t. And, well, Lana heard me play and she said I’ll never be able to play well.” Dallas explained.

  
“Ooh, I see. Well, have you ever played the guitar before today?” Jocelyn inquired.

  
“No, this was my first time.” Dallas answered.

  
“Well, look, you can’t expect to be the best guitar player ever after just 5 minutes of playing. And that goes for anything. If you’ve never done it before, how could you know how to do it perfectly? Just give it some time. Keep practicing and some day you’ll be so good that Lana will wish she had never said what she did.” Jocelyn said.

  
“I guess you’re right… Thanks, Jocelyn.” Dallas said gratefully.

  
Jocelyn smiled and said, “No problem.”

THE END

Arent the guitars so cute? I got them at The Dollar Tree a few weeks ago! I think they’re perfect for dolls, but I just wish they could hold them more realistically. Oh well, it still works great! :)

Do any of your dolls play the guitar?

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 7

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2 weeks after the proposal of marriage from the prince at my front door, I found myself walking in the palace, my palace gardens with a wedding ring around my finger. How was I supposed to refuse such a generous offer? All I had to do was marry him and my mother and I would be saved from poverty.

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So I married the prince. And here I am, a princess.

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Any normal girl would feel delighted and honored above all to be a princess, but not me. I didn’t love the prince and, though I knew he was trying, the prince didn’t love me either. All I wanted was to return home with my mother and for everything to go back to the way it was before Frederic began to interfere with our lives. But at least my mother was taken care of. That was the important thing.

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“Liesel, may I speak to you for a moment?” The prince, or I should really say, my husband, called from behind me.

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I turned to face him and said, “Certainly. What is it?”

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He motioned for me to come to him, so I did. “Are you alright, Liesel?” He inquired. I stared at him a moment. I could tell him that I was miserable and felt very alone, but I didn’t. Instead I simply said, “Yes.” Jeremiah raised his eyebrow with concern. “Somehow I feel like that isn’t true.” He said skeptically.

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“Please forgive me, but I would really rather be alone.” I said as politely as I could.

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“Very well. I will see you at dinner.” He sighed and went back inside.

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I closed my eyes, trying so hard not to cry. I couldn’t let anyone see me crying, so I ran far away from any windows or servants.

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And I let the tears pour out. I felt so unwanted, but mostly, I felt unloved.

That concludes this installment of Masquerade! The next part will be up soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 6


I returned home from prison the day Frederic told me I was free to go. Although I was glad to be free, as I walked home I still felt like I was in a prison. All of my usual friends who would stop to at least say “Hello”, didn’t even give me a second glance. They walked right past me. They were shutting me out because they finally knew who I really was.
As I walked into my home, I saw a strange sight.

My mother wearing some old clothes, her hair up, and an apron around her waist. What was really strange though, was that she was looking sadly at a pile of her best dresses. “Mother?” I said to get her attention.

“Oh, Liesel! I’m so glad to see you. Are you alright?” Mother inquired, quickly looking over me, probably checking for any scratches or bruises.

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“Yes, I’m fine. How and what are you doing?” I asked, glancing over her shoulder at the table.


“I’m as well as can be expected, considering that everyone in the kingdom knows about your father now. I have been going through our things and selling as much as I possibly can.” Mother explained.

“What if we can’t sell enough to pay everyone back?” I wondered.

Mother hesitated before responding and pursed her lips together. With a sigh she said, “Then we will have no choice but to sell the house.”

Mother went back to her work and looked at me with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Liesel, but I had to sell all your clothes and other belongings.” She apologized.

“You have no reason to be sorry. I’m the one who should be apologizing. It’s all my fault that everyone knows about Father.” I said full of guilt. “Oh, Liesel, don’t blame yourself. Your-” Mother was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door.


Mother went to answer the door and I looked down at her pretty dresses.


I stroked her purple striped dress and admired the embroidery done on it. I felt so awful that my mother had to give her lovely clothes away and I wondered if we would ever be fortunate enough to have such luxurious gowns again.

“Oh, my. I – I – forgive me, but I am afraid I couldn’t possibly allow my daughter to do that.” I heard my mother saying to whoever was at the door.

“Mother, what is it?” I inquired.

Mother politely excused herself and said in a whisper, “The prince is here. He heard about the debt we are in and said he has been in search of a wife, but can’t find the right one. He says his father has been pressing him about the matter and now the prince says he would marry you in order to please his father and save us from going into poverty.”

That concludes part 6!! Look for part 7 coming soon! 😀

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 5

The palace guards had caught me red-handed with the Rainbow Stone and dragged me down to their deepest dungeon. I was to stay there until further notice. I worried terribly about my mother who would wake up the next morning to find me missing and discovering that I had been sent to the dungeon in Ethenia.

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I felt like I was awake all night, but knew it wasn’t so when I woke up to a gentle voice saying, “Liesel. Liesel!”

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I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing on the other side of my cell wrapped in her golden shawl and carrying an old folded up blanket. “Are you alright, darling?” My mother inquired, her voice quavery.

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“No, I’m not, but I am better now that you’re here. Mother, I’m so sorry about all – ” I began, but Mother interrupted me,

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“It’s alright. Here, I brought you a blanket to keep yourself warm.” She said as she handed me the blanket through the cell bars.

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“Thank you.” I said gratefully and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Mother, truly, I am so sorry. I should have told you about my meeting with Frederic, but I was scared. I thought I was doing the right thing by keeping our secret, but I ended up getting put in jail. I’m so sorry.” I apologized as a few tears entered my eyes.

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Mother wrapped her hand around mine and said, “I know, dear. And it’s okay. We’re going to work this out.”

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“Times up.” The jail guard said and mother looked back at him sadly.

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“I have to go now, but don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. I promise.” Mother said sincerely. “Goodbye, Mother. And thank you.” I said and watched her go with an aching heart.

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The next morning, I lay on the floor of my cell sobbing. I missed my mother, my home, and I absolutely hated being locked in the dungeon. I was beyond miserable and completely depressed.

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I heard footsteps stop at my cell and looked up, expecting to see my mother, but instead was disgusted at the sight of my visitor. “What are you doing here?” I inquired angrily.

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“I’m here to give you the good news. I’ve spoken with the king and he has agreed to let you go.” Frederic said with a broad smile that made me suspicious.

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“Why are you smiling?” I asked suspiciously.

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“Oh, maybe just because I know that you’ll end up poorer than a lowly servant before long.” He replied with a grin.

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“What? What did you do?” I demanded of him.

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His face grew serious. “You didn’t get me the Rainbow Stone and now you never will. Therefore, our deal has fallen through. I told several people back at your home kingdom the truth about your father and by now the word is spreading like wild fire. Before long, you and your mother will be in so much debt that you’ll be forced to sell your home and all your belongings. You’ll be living on the streets!” Frederic finished with a merry laugh.

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I turned away and said, “No…”

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Frederic began walking away, but he said over his shoulder, “You really should thank me. After all, I just gave you back your freedom!” He may have given me back my freedom, but now my life and reputation was destroyed.

To be continued in Part 6!! 😀

~Jaclynn~

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