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"She won't get anywhere if she keeps behaving like a little helpless porcelain doll!" The Queen was in one of her most despicable moods. She paced around the drawing room, Green robes swaying at the compass of her steps.
The King looked up from the novel he was reading and glanced at his wife. "Alice, she will soon find a beautiful man to fall in love with! Just keep calm…"
"…and carry on! I know you don't need to remind me my own quote," She threw a dirty look at the king and continued pacing. "But if she doesn't marry soon the girl is going to grow old! And we're never getting any grandchildren!"
"Mon amour, she will marry when she is ready," He stood up from his place and walked to where the Brit stood. King Francis took her hands and placed tender kisses on both. "Mon petite ange will find someone worthy of her love and affection,"
"Not anyone, Francis," the queen tightened captured the Frenchman's hands in a vice-like grip. "He must be a blue-blood! If not there won't be any point in the grandchildren,"
"Alice, true love comes in whatever shape and colour it pleases," Very unlike his wife, Francis did not care whether her daughter married a peasant or a blueblood. He cared for his daughter's happiness, and only that.
The queen huffed and dropped Francis's hands.
"This is all Alfred's fault," She muttered. "If only he hadn't run off with the Russian Zhar* we would have cute little grandchildren already. Instead we're stuck with a helpless little creature who can't even speak properly by herself." She spat bitterly.
"Please, don't talk about mon Princesse like that," Francis said silently, but sternly. "She will marry whoever she wants to, as long as he loves her back and deserves her flawless innocent being."
Alice raised an unnaturally dark eyebrow. "Whoever she wants to? She will marry a blueblood." The queen stayed as stubborn as ever, her emerald green eyes daring Francis to contradict her. "I will personally arrange a marriage with one of the many princes in neighbouring kingdoms.
"You will not do such thing." Francis lifted his gaze which was now as icy as winter in the kingdoms up north. "She will decide who to marry, and you will not tell Marguerite otherwise."
With that, the King stalked in the direction of the chamber he shared with Alice, not sparing another glance for his stubborn wife. The queen stayed back in the drawing room, arms crossed and nostrils flaring with rage. That had been the first time the king ever contradicted her. She huffed and hastily followed the King to her chamber, very enraged still.
Marguerite adjusted the hood of the cape she was wearing so that it covered her eyes. She grabbed a sack full of clothing and cleverly stolen goods and food from underneath her dresser and moved to step in front of the window. The moon shone brightly across the grounds and the forest that stretched behind it. She smiled at the sight and proceeded to get a rope out of her sack. Once it was out she tied it on one of the bedposts of her bed and threw the rope out into the cold darkness.
Before jumping after it she threw the crown she had worn just hours ago in the bed along with a rolled up note. She didn't really want to make her parents too worried, so a goodbye note would be necessary. She grinned and gave her room one last glance before climbing up on the ledge of the window and climbing down the high tower.
Once she was down in solid earth she scurried off to the high brick wall that surrounded the castle grounds. She moved a rock that rested on the wall to reveal a large hole. She crouched and crawled across the opening, coming across more green land. She sighed happily and made her way into the landscape, pursuing happiness.
By early dawn the young princess was somewhere in the middle of the forest, yawning with sleepiness and her knees aching from all the walking our princess had done.
She let herself slide against a tree trunk until she was on a sitting position. She closed her eyes and sighed with content. What could a few hours of sleeping do? Nobody was likely to come into the core of the forest so early in the morning.
She cuddled up with her sack as a pillow and her cape as a blanket, soon falling into a dreamless sleep.
Miles away, a young lumberjack was getting ready for an early starter. He as dressed in nothing but some pantaloons and boots, his axe sharp and ready over his shoulder. He tied his small mule to a cart and proceeded to intern himself to the middle of the forest, where the finest trees would be found.
He whistled a tune to himself, admiring the landscape of many thin and thick trees varying in colours. Once he saw a tree that seemed nice enough to be sold, he started his chopping.
Tree after tree was cut down, and quite soon the lumberjack's cart was nearly full with fresh smelling wood. He moved to the very core of the forest, in pursue of a particularly fine cherry tree he saw in one of his Sunday walks. He grinned wide when he spotted the beautiful tree, all covered with emerald leaves and glinting red cherries. He rubbed his hands together and wielded his axe, ready to chop down the tree.
That's when our heroes meet. A pair of curious violet eyes met ruby coloured orbs through the foliage of a low tree. The lumberjack dropped his axe and stepped closer to the small tree. The violet pair of eyes widened and disappeared. Last thing the lumberjack saw of this mysterious figure was the swish of a red cloak and a glimpse of silky blonde locks flowing in the wind.