Chapter Three
She didn't look up as her handmaiden placed a tray in front of her. She looked out at the lake. Her world had fallen apart. The past few years of hard work had been in vain. It had only seemed fitting to throw away her remaining convictions. Theirs was a galaxy in war. Was she still in danger? She didn't know. What would happen when her secret was unearthed? She didn't want to think about it. Now all she could do was wait for instructions. "You'll be safer here" they'd told her. Did she want to be safe? Of course not. She wanted to be doing something. She was used to being in control. She would be in control. But what to do.
She looked back out at the lake. The sight of the island far out brought a smile to her face. Pleasant memories from her childhood surfaced. Warm days, laughter. No, no, it wasn't from her childhood. It was only the younger part of her adulthood. Had she ever been a child? Not really. Perhaps that was what she loved about him. When she looked into his eyes, she saw a little lost boy, and when she was with him, she was just a little girl. Oh how she missed him. She steeled herself against the tears that threatened her fragile composure and forced herself to eat. She was not going to sit here and wallow in her troubles. She would do it. whatever it was. she would do something.
She didn't look up as her handmaiden placed a tray in front of her. She looked out at the lake. Her world had fallen apart. The past few years of hard work had been in vain. It had only seemed fitting to throw away her remaining convictions. Theirs was a galaxy in war. Was she still in danger? She didn't know. What would happen when her secret was unearthed? She didn't want to think about it. Now all she could do was wait for instructions. "You'll be safer here" they'd told her. Did she want to be safe? Of course not. She wanted to be doing something. She was used to being in control. She would be in control. But what to do.
She looked back out at the lake. The sight of the island far out brought a smile to her face. Pleasant memories from her childhood surfaced. Warm days, laughter. No, no, it wasn't from her childhood. It was only the younger part of her adulthood. Had she ever been a child? Not really. Perhaps that was what she loved about him. When she looked into his eyes, she saw a little lost boy, and when she was with him, she was just a little girl. Oh how she missed him. She steeled herself against the tears that threatened her fragile composure and forced herself to eat. She was not going to sit here and wallow in her troubles. She would do it. whatever it was. she would do something.