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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarissa Fairchild~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
and a song someone sings,
once upon a December."

"OOO, will you shut up with that racket. Every day gosh, No man will want a woman that sounds like a dying animal." says my evil stepsister.

I would say that I have a very privileged life. I live with my grouchy stepmother, Jocelyn, and her daughter, Aline. Ever since my father died, I have wanted to run away. I'm no Cinderella. My stepmother doesn't make me clean the filthy floors. She doesn't make me wear week old rags. No, I wear pearls and diamonds, silk and fur.

My stepmother treats me like a queen, but behind closed doors I'm abused verbally. They say things like "No man will want you. If it weren't for the money I would have kicked you out. You sound like a dying bird when you sing. Dress respectfully so I look good." I rarely leave the house, only to go shopping.

In my father's will he gave me all the money, all the deeds to his land and gave my mother nothing. He died shortly after my stepmother and he married. Now, I could run away and find a new home, but that's not my nature. The people of this town call me the fairest of them all, Beautiful, Sweet, Intelligent. If I left, it would kill my stepmother, she wouldn't be able to keep a home. So, I stay in this dark lonely home and Dream of a land where happiness is always present and any oppressors would be banished.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jonathan Morgenstern~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thanks Miss. Peterson."

"Oh, honey tell your mother I said hi"

"OK" I say as I pick up my mother's lunch

This town is a mystery, a scandal. Everyone knows everyone, But everyone has secrets. Not a lot of people know me though, I'm nineteen and young. I have a taste for adventure. Some people call me outlandish and selfish. Selfish my ass. Just because I'm the Princes guard, doesn't mean I'm an arrogant asshole like him. Prince Sebastian, Heir to the throne. He and I have been together since we were three years old.

My father is on the Queens guard. He brought me to the castle to train and learn how to be a knight. Since I was around the queen's son all the time, she thinks of me as her second son. She let me live in the castle to be closer. Now that I'm older I can come and go as I please.

I ride towards my mother's clothing shop, and wave at all the maidens that past by. The store is small, with wood and gold embellishments. I don't get why father doesn't help her with the money. He never visits her anymore. Outside there is a fancy horse and carriage. I walk in and head to the back, to drop off my mother's lunch.

"But ma'am this is our finest, your daughter seems to love it" my mother says, She's talking to a middle aged woman with a younger version of her by her side.

"She's not my daughter she's my step daughter." The old woman says in a stern tone, like she's ashamed.

I wonder if she's talking about the girl next to her. The girl next to her is like her younger clone. It's kind of creepy. I walk around to my mother's office, silently, putting her food down that I had bought. As I go to the back of the store, I run into a woman, spilling her belongings. Shit.

"I'm so sorry ma'am, my apologies" I say as I finish picking up her things and stand up, slowly.

Beauty, goddess, Queen, all these words flow my mind as I see this young woman with red hair that's long and flowing on her shoulders. She looks at me and smiles, her lips so full and red. I look at her eyes and I'm lost for my words. There like emeralds so, green you can barely see the pupil. She must be at least sixteen her skin is shiny and glowing with happiness.

"Sir?" she says her voice soft and oh so beautiful.

"Y...Y...Yes"

"May I have my things?"

"Yes, of course sorry", I say as I hand her belongings.

"Thank you"

I watch as she walks away, but doesn't make it far as she trips. I run over to her and grab her arm, to keep her from falling. I pull her to her feet but I can't let go of her smooth, honey kissed skin. I'm mesmerized.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clarissa~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What in god's grace is this "My mother yells.

I immediately pull my arm out of the boys grasp.

"You", she points a finger at me.

"You should be acting like a lady. You Sir should not be in here. Act like a gentleman, and keep your hands off her."

"Mother I tripped this nice man was helping me", I say in a worry some tone. I look around and fidget with my hands.

"I beg to differ. Get in the carriage right now with your sister. I'll pay."

I grab my things from the floor and scurry out the door, Aline right on my tail. I only turn around once to see the mystery boy look at me.

"Turn around before mother yells at us", my sister demands.

As we reach the carriage a man opens the door for me and I climb in, Aline sits in front of me. We wait for a couple of minutes and mother comes in. She sits next to me and gives me a shameful look. I don't even dare to meet her gaze.

The ride home is silent. I start thinking about the boy. His hair was blond, his eyes golden like the sun. He had a very strong grip. He's a mystery, and fascinating. I must find out who he is. When we get to the house, our maid Rose greets us at the door and takes our coats. Rose has been with me since I was sixteen. She's like a mother to me.

I run to my huge room and drop my things on my bed. I wander and soon find Rose in the kitchen, I grab a stool and sit next to her watching as she makes pastries.

"Clarissa, are you OK?" She says in a soft voice.

"Yes, it's just…., well you see while we were shopping I bumped into this boy…" I drag on.

"What kind of boy?" she raises her eyebrows.

"He had blond hair, gold eyes, very tall."

"Oh, I know who you're talking about. Clarissa you should stay away from him. His father is head of the knights. Valentine Morgenstern he's very…, and his son…" she seemed like she's spectacle about him.

"Just stay away from him", she ends.

"But …"

"Clarissa please." She looks up and stares at me.

"OK, would you like some help."

She nods her head; I grab the apples and start to peel them.

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