Pre-Norribeth One Shot
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The warm Caribbean breeze rustled the young girl's hair as she walked along the cobblestone grounds of the battlements; she and her father had come to visit Captain Norrington, her father on business while she simply tagged along to see the man that she was convinced she would someday marry. She stood to the left of the captain, head turned to look out over the ocean, she missed being at sea where she was free to explore and wasn't forced to wear large hats to spare her complexion. Elizabeth rolled her brown eyes at the thought. Distracted she stepped on the lace of her boot almost tripping, blush tinged her cheeks.
The twelve year old sighed, yet again for what was in her count the thousandth time today her boot had come untied, "One moment." She stopped walking and attempted to retie it, a difficult task with her large skirts in the way, they bunched up and halted any attempt at restoring any sense of togetherness. If she were allowed she would never wear another dress in her entire life, she hated the things! Why a girl had to look like a princess all the time and be perfect in every way was a completely ludicrous idea. Whilst women had to follow the latest fashions and spend hours getting ready men could learn and explore. Her thoughts had gone off track as usual and she returned to her current problem, there would be time to question society and women's roles in it later.
Sighing in defeat Elizabeth gave up brushing away a stray curl that had fallen in her eyes her attention turned to her halted friend.. "James," she whined, "Help me?" She batted her eyelashes at the man with the dark wig, hoping he would comply to her wishes as always. She smiled in victory when he relented, a small smile on his face.
"As you wish Cinderella." He smirked at her, making a grand gesture of the act. Elizabeth giggled, as he stooped low and fixed her boot, these were the times when he was her favorite person, when the strain of being proper and serious was lifted from his shoulders and they were just friends.
"Well then if I'm Cinderella you shall be my handsome prince." Elizabeth mimicked the overly sweet voices of upper class women she knew; James eyes sparkled with amusement at the girl. She certainly was a handful, not that she ever denied it. "Why thank you good prince." Taking his offered arm they continued walking, easily catching up to her father who simply shook his head with a laugh.