CHAPTER 3
I was almost thrown from my seat as the carriage jerked roughly along the dirt road. The Prince has not yet said whether the people living in these manors would get paved road or not. I can't believe that was on my mind. I have much more important things to worry about like what am I supposed to do now that my mother is gone. Also, why does Chad want to see me tomorrow? I know I am not the prettiest girl around here. I'm what you would call plain. Long, dark brown hair; dark brown eyes; and dark brown skin. I am skinny and on the short side. I am decent looking as my father says. I also wanted to know what my father had to tell me that was so important. Hopefully he is sick and needs to go out of the country to get better. Oh I shouldn't have even thought that.
Soon of course my father told me what was so important.
'Isabelle, I wish there was a better way to say this but we are poor.'
'Poor, father?'
'Yes, I'm afraid that I traded some land that didn't belong to me and now I must repay what I had stolen. Therefore most of our possessions must be given to those who I owe.'
'Oh father...you really have screwed up this time haven't you?'
'Young lady, you will not speak to your father in that tone of voice. You must respect me for I have given you everything you own.'
'Oh yes, everything thing I own. I should be so grateful to you for that,' I said, dipping each word in sarcasm, 'but you have left out one thing. I do not care for objects father. They mean nothing to me. I would have liked your love. I always wished I had a childhood like in the fairy tales. Or at least a childhood where my father was actually there for me.'
'That is enough!!!' screamed my father in a voice I was now familiar with. 'I will not tolerate this. Get out, get out and you may walk the rest of the way home.'
I smiled sweetly. 'Gladly father, anything is better than riding in here with you where the stench of greed over powers everything.'
'Stop the carriage!!! STOP THE CARRIAGE!!!' Her father was know beet red in the face and fire burned in his eyes.
She smiled secretly to herself and before the carriage even stopped she jumped down.
I was almost thrown from my seat as the carriage jerked roughly along the dirt road. The Prince has not yet said whether the people living in these manors would get paved road or not. I can't believe that was on my mind. I have much more important things to worry about like what am I supposed to do now that my mother is gone. Also, why does Chad want to see me tomorrow? I know I am not the prettiest girl around here. I'm what you would call plain. Long, dark brown hair; dark brown eyes; and dark brown skin. I am skinny and on the short side. I am decent looking as my father says. I also wanted to know what my father had to tell me that was so important. Hopefully he is sick and needs to go out of the country to get better. Oh I shouldn't have even thought that.
Soon of course my father told me what was so important.
'Isabelle, I wish there was a better way to say this but we are poor.'
'Poor, father?'
'Yes, I'm afraid that I traded some land that didn't belong to me and now I must repay what I had stolen. Therefore most of our possessions must be given to those who I owe.'
'Oh father...you really have screwed up this time haven't you?'
'Young lady, you will not speak to your father in that tone of voice. You must respect me for I have given you everything you own.'
'Oh yes, everything thing I own. I should be so grateful to you for that,' I said, dipping each word in sarcasm, 'but you have left out one thing. I do not care for objects father. They mean nothing to me. I would have liked your love. I always wished I had a childhood like in the fairy tales. Or at least a childhood where my father was actually there for me.'
'That is enough!!!' screamed my father in a voice I was now familiar with. 'I will not tolerate this. Get out, get out and you may walk the rest of the way home.'
I smiled sweetly. 'Gladly father, anything is better than riding in here with you where the stench of greed over powers everything.'
'Stop the carriage!!! STOP THE CARRIAGE!!!' Her father was know beet red in the face and fire burned in his eyes.
She smiled secretly to herself and before the carriage even stopped she jumped down.