(A/N) Well, here's the third chapter. Strangely, I have not much to say. Oh yes, the song in this chapter is from Homeward Bound by Marta Keen. It's one of my favorites...
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon, although I wish upon a star everyday that I did...lol
Chapter 3
I woke up very early the next morning. The sun had barely risen, but the birds chirping outside of my window was enough to signify the start of another day.
Sophie must have came into the room to undress me, as I had no memories of falling asleep at all. The day was still young. Despite my inability to be balanced, I decided to take a morning stroll through the gardens. I was not due to die until a year from today. The worst I could get would be a bruise or a cut.
Making my way down to the gardens proved to be easier than I had thought. My luck held. I had not tripped once.
The gardens were a very special place for me. I had tried my hardest not to be disobedient, but the gardens always held an irresistible attraction for me. The patches of freesia and jasmine and buttercups always took my breath away with their amazing scents and sights. I was forever forbidden to see the roses, although my window was located near a rose patch.
I nodded my head to Billy, the head gardener. He and his son, Jacob, had kept my frequent morning visits to the garden secret for way too long a time. They tried to make the garden safe for me, setting certain rules that I had to obey for this to last. No need to say, no visiting the roses was the number one rule.
"Good day to thee, Princess," Billy greeted as he passed, tipping his hat. "The jasmines are in their prime. They smells mighty good in their patch today."
"Thank you," I replied, before continuing on my way.
I sat down on a bench in the middle of the jasmine bushes, letting the sweet scents wash over me. Without warning, my curse broke through my thoughts.
I thought about all the wonderful things girls my age could have done, but I was forbidden. Horseback riding, one of my dreams, could never be. Visiting other countries or manors could never be. I had never left the palace. It was forbidden because of the number of ways I could hurt myself. Mother always worried that I would die before my sixteenth birthday if I left the palace, tripped, and there was no doctor near by to treat me.
I began to sing.
In the quiet, misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, when the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's past its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound again.
I wished I could be free to adventure, to see the world, and then be welcomed back home. I wished I could have the chance to tell my children about the adventures I had.
Bind me not to the pasture; Chain me not to the plow;
Set me free to find my calling, and I'll return to you somehow..
I wished that I was free from my curse...that I was free from this palace that I've lived in all of my life. I know I will return, but just being free would be such a gift.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return.
To your thoughts I'll soon be list'ning, and in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end.
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
As I was singing, I heard a beautiful tenor voice striking a counter-melody against mine. Our voices matched perfectly. Startled, I stopped my song. I saw Prince Edward approaching with a crooked smile on his face.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said. "Do you really want to be free and see the world until the day you tire? Do you really wish to adventure?"
This is a short chapter, and I'm sorry for the half-cliffhanger at the end.
Anyways, tell me what you think! Review! Constructive criticisms are always welcome. So, if you want to tell me it stinks (which I know it probably does), please tell me why so maybe I could improve. Review!