Just playing with words….
Stephanie stood, back to the door, sliding slowly down to the floor. The stone was cold, not as cold as the heart as her father, she put her head in her hands shaking slightly, the wavy chestnut hair falling out of its pins. She breathed out leaning back on the door her fathers words echoing in the back of her head 'you SHALL marry him, or there is no use for thee and thee shall meet thou doom.' She had then replied 'You cannot, would not kill your own daughter, princess and all! Even I would not think you were that wicked!' his evil smile that followed would haunt her till the day she died.
Faced with the prospect of marrying an old oaf or death, the choices didn't give her much hope. She stretched out her long legs and stared at her hands in her lap, she looked up, her hazel eyes looking at the stars.
A thought conjured up in her mind, a friend Stephanie had once had, a long time ago but he might help her in her seek for refuge. Christian…..