Chapter 10: Home Sweet Home
Her room had hardly changed. It was cold and the hearth dark but no dust lie on any of her things, no cobwebs or drafts. But…it did not feel the same. It did not feel like home.
She turned and touched the doorknob, taking a deep breath. Strangely, she did not feel nervous or afraid, nor did she feel excited or anxious to see her family. She felt…calm…and though she could not place it, this feeling is similar to the ones foreign diplomats have when visiting other regents to make peace.
The hall, too, was empty and quiet. It was as if a spell had been laid on this part of the castle. Violet met no one as she descended from her wing to the central part of the castle. Suddenly, a valet appeared on an errand. He stopped, stunned at Violet's appearance. His face went white and his shocked expression froze as if he had seen a ghost.
Violet nodded to him in greeting then spoke calmly, "Take me to my sister, Queen Liliana." Her tone was formal and she couldn't remember the last time she called Lily by her christened name. The valet bowed deeply then turned and lead Violet to the antechamber of the throne room. Other servants who saw her had the same pale, shocked expression.
In the antechamber sat Lily and Jack with two diplomats Violet recognized the faces of but not the names. At first the four just looked up with agitation at being interrupted. Then recognition took place. Lily slowly stood and then ran to her sister, embracing her tightly. "Where were you? We looked all over the place! What…" Lily's eyes widened, "What are you wearing?"
Before Violet could answer, Lily went on. "We looked for hours, all over the palace. IJack even sent people into the forest to ask the fairies, though I knew you wouldn't go in there. Where have you been all day?"
It was Violet's turn to stare. "All…Day? It has only been…a Day?" Lily giggled, "Of course…did yo hit your head? Where did you get these strange clothes…you look so different."
Violet then understood what three days in her world would mean to Darkness. Weeks…months and just three days to her. "What have I done…" She whispered.
Author's note:
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