Chapter 3 La Belle au Bois dormant
Nymphadora was sleeping soundly and then the fog of sleep began to rise but her body did not stir. Her mind seemed to have been so transfixed by something in sleep that her mind woke her up, so that she could fully appreciate it. Then a voice, she was sure she had never heard before, invaded her senses. It was like music, soft and smooth. It was a male voice and it seemed to be reading from something. Nymphadora stranded her ears to hear the story being read.
"She was a beautiful sight. Golden hair falling down in cascading waves and skin so white and smooth, it was like a china dolls. He slowly approached the slumbering princess. It was worth the hardships and trials he had to face to see her. It was like a angel had fallen from heaven. He sat on the bed next to her without making a noise, even though the prince knew no noise would wake the princess, for she was under the witch's evil enchantment."
Then he stopped. Why had he stopped? What happened next? Nymphadora had to know the answers to her questions. Opening her eyes just enough to see a outline of a figure sitting near her, it was a boy. Who was he? And then the fog of sleep left her. It was him, the one who had made her parents leave. Nymphadora could not remember his name nor did she ever care to know it. She slammed her eyes shut. It was her imagination, she would open her eyes again and her father would be there.
But when Nymphadora opened her eyes again her father wasn't there and neither was the boy. Had the whole thing been her imagination? Nymphadora slowly raised from the couch and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She felt the blanket slid from her small figure as she sat up. Getting up from the couch she gripped the blanket and walked over to the chair. A book was on the top of it. Nymphadora looked at in wonder. She couldn't read yet and at that moment she really wished she could. Was it the book the boy had been reading from? It had to be. Nymphadora grabbed it without a second thought wrapped it in her blanket.
He had left the book and it was hers now. Looking around the room to make sure no one had seen her take the book, Nymphadora began to walk toward the staircase that lead to the second story and her room. Once safe in her room, Nymphadora took the book out of the blanket. It had golden writing along the front of it. Beautiful flowers and a dragon ornamented the golden writing. She had never seen anything more pretty, not even the dresses in court caught her fancy as much. Nymphadora scolded herself a little. If she hadn't scared away all her tutors, she would have been able to read it.
Walking over to her bed, she slipped the book under her pillow for safe keeping. He would never go think to look there. At least while he was here Nymphadora would get him to teach her how to read. Some, at least enough to read the title. Because he wasn't going to stay long! Not at all!
Nymphadora's stomach began to rumble. She had been so excited with her parents arrival she hadn't eaten dinner and she had skipped breakfast, she was sure she had slept through lunch. He would probably be at dinner. Nymphadora had avoided him as much as possible but it was inescapable. With a sigh Nymphadora left her room and began the to walk slowly toward the dining hall. Nymphadora looked down, she was still holding the blanket. Instead of leaving it on the staircase, she carried it down with her into the dining hall.
No one else was there. Maybe she had been saved. There was no food on the table yet. She was early. Nymphadora almost ran upstairs but hunger overrode her hate for the boy that she had only exchanged a few words with. Sitting at the grand table she waited; waited for her dinner and a most unwanted dinner guest.
OWARI
Most people don't know French so the title is 'Sleeping Beauty'. Well, in the next chapter they actually talk to each other! WOW (It only took four chapters)