Same old, same old…Don't own it, don't earn from it; just love it!
A.N: After all the lovely little reviews I received for "Right in Front of Me" I decided it was time to once again attempt a longer fiction. So this is an attempt to get back into it (I've missed it so much! Life has changed so dramatically since last time!). I plan for this story to be centered on Clarisse, but I can't promise it won't evolve before the end! I guess I love the Joseph I created in EHIT so much that I don't want to change him in any way. So instead I'm going to write about the other side of our favourite coin – Clarisse! But I promise that it will end up as a JC fiction.
So here goes… (And to borrow a dear friends saying)…deep breath in…deep breath out…
Sacrifices
The sky was clear, the sun shining down. The air was still, cool, crisp. Red, white, pink, and mauve roses were bursting with life, filling the garden with a myriad of beautiful scents.
It was within this old garden that a woman could be seen. Grace surrounded her as she sat erect, still, her hands resting in her lap. Her features seemed full of life and wisdom, exuding beauty; a rare sight indeed.
But her clear blue eyes were still; staring unfocussed on the garden before her, giving the appearance that she was just waiting patiently. But if one were to look into them, they would see she was far from this place.
The woman was reliving a life far gone, unchangeable, and yet so wonderful…
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The new-born child had barely drawn breath before she was announced as the betrothed of the young Prince of Genovia. Her parents were blessed, their King and Queen content, and the people ecstatic; they were to watch the Princess-to-be grow from birth into a young adult when she would finally marry into the Royal Renaldi family. This baby was surely blessed with a wonderful life.
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"Mother!" a young girl wailed.
Blonde curls bounced around a small pale face with clear blue eyes. The face that would usually be said to be angelic and sweet was twisted by a frustrated frown.
"Mother!" the child snapped.
"What is it, Clarisse?" a bemused voice asked, indicating the woman was sitting on a garden seat surrounded by pearl white roses.
"I do not wish to marry, Rupert," Clarisse said, sticking her nose in the air.
The woman sighed.
"What has he done now, dearest?" she asked, hiding a smirk.
"He's playing with worms and slugs! And, and, and he said, he said that he was going to have them served for dinner every night once we get married!" Clarisse wailed, flailing her arms around.
"So I'm not going to marry him! If I don't marry him then I don't have to eat bugs!" Clarisse concluded, flopping down on the chair beside her mother and folding her arms.
"Clarisse, sweetheart, we have talked about this," her mother soothed.
"You know he is only teasing you."
"But he said he was being serious this time!" Clarisse pouted.
"Do you really think that the King would let his son serve insects for dinner?" the woman asked with a brilliant smile, her blonde hair sweeping over her cheek as she leant down to look her child in the eye.
Innocent, clear blue eyes met wise grey.
Clarisse wrapped her arms around her mothers' waist, burying her face in love and warmth.
"I will marry Rupert, Mother; I promise," Clarisse whispered.
Her mother smiled as she wrapped her arms around her small child.
"I never doubted you," she said quietly.
A.N: So that's the beginning…not much for you to get a good idea yet. Looking forward to reading more?