I know that I have updated very quickly but the fact is I have nothing to do so I have just been drafting away at the plot. I hope that after reading this chapter you will have a more clear understanding of where the plot is heading from here because to be brutally honest when I put the first chapter up I had no Idea either. Don't know if it's just me but my chapters seem to shorter than most other peoples so I was wondering If you thought it would be better to write longer ones from now on so that more happens in them.
Chapter 2 The breakfast message
Eugene cradled my shaking hand underneath the colossal dining table. Shots of adrenalin began to build up rapidly inside me and I could feel my pupils dilating enormously.
The table was silent, not like usual. It was strange and made me feel even more uneasy than before. My stomach was twisting and turning as the queasiness kept trying to consume me. I was battling it with all my strength but I knew I was not being very inconspicuous about it.
It was obvious to anybody that I was in some sort of pain.
I could tell that all eyes were fixated on me.
In order to attempt to reassure people I tried to grow a sweet smile upon my face but it just resulted in a more mangled demeanour to blossom. To my amazement it kind of seemed to work. People relocated their stare and moved their attention to somewhere else.
My bloodshot eyes were shrivelled and my cheeks were no longer rosy, now more pale and lifeless. I was defiantly not very beautiful now, even though I had put all that effort in that morning. This was not how I planned today go.
What seemed like hundreds of plates overloaded with various delicacies and exotic selections were spread in a beautiful array of dazzling colours and shapes across the table. And this was only breakfast.
Exerting as little energy as possible a glanced about at the multitude of dishes. I was so hungry but just the plain thought of consuming something was sickening.
My parents immediately began fill their detailed, fragile china plates with all the food. I was so envious of them.
My alluding bump had grown larger and trying to conceal it was proving a great difficulty more than I had first anticipated. It was worrying, more worrying than anything I'd ever had to worry about before.
It was eating away at me, sending me mad by nibbling ferociously at my thoughts and inner most feelings until maybe I would just snap…
What was I going to tell people?
How would I explain it to my parents?
They would be disgraced!
A single solitary tear slid elegantly down my cheek caressing it. Eugene raised his thumb and gently rubbed it away whispering in my ear "Don't worry." "It will be all right."
I tried to believe him but I could see no way how all this would be ok, it would be more likely for it to get worse.
I nodded hesitantly, after all I didn't want people to think I was going to start crying and draw attention back to me.
As If I was paralysed I rolled my eyes savagely around within my sockets not moving a single muscle or even a follicle of skin.
The same question continued to bounce about aggressively in my head. 'What was I going to do?' I mean I couldn't tell anyone but then I'd have to. It was just so damn confusing! I couldn't make decision.
A small tickling sensation started to creep up my leg ignoring the rules of gravity. It was Pascal. He smiled playfully at me and I returned the favour. Just the sight of him could change my emotions no matter the circumstance.
The sound of mellow mumbling and gentle chewing echoed quietly around, filling the fresh cold air. Giving the room a friendly carefree atmosphere. It even started to begin to trick me that everything was ok.
Suddenly the gigantic mahogany double doors at the entrance to the rustic dining halls swung open with a ginormous thud. The warm sun's rays beamed harshly through the opening and a sweet sirocco breeze swept across. The suns bright bold eye glared down on us as if it were scowling.
A short chubby man, with near to nothing of a beard, in a smart red uniform came running through at a pace which to him properly seemed faster than in reality. I could sense the urgency on his face and the depth of the situation he was about to inform us of.
A deep bellowing voice boomed "I have important news for the majesties to hear involving Princess Rapunzel of Corona"
Everyone's sweet smiling faces changed in a matter of seconds.
"What kind of news do you come bearing" the queen asked cautiously.
"Terrible news. Terrible news in the form of a letter… addressed to Rapunzel"
Enormous gasped were let loose from people's mouths giving the impression of death.
My head rose hastily from its bowing slouched position from where I had been talking to Pascal.
Colour returned abruptly to my face as it turned an astonishing fuchsia colour in a hot flurry. Perfectly formed droplets of sweat were released and fountained over my forehead like a gushing waterfall as if I was having a hot flush. My petite hands shook like a vibrating speaker that was turned up to loud.
"Can I see it" I questioned in an innocent child like manner.
The man hesitated slightly but eventually with great reluctantsy he handed the scrappy letter over into my possession.
It read in scrawny deformed lettering resembling the colour of blood:
To my dear little flower
by now I am guessing you have knowledge of the curse I have put upon you.
But I ensure you that there is no need for you to worry as many people see this as a blessing.
The child will be born in a week.
I must tell you that all I have done is merely sped up the growing process as I do get very bored waiting around.
But the child is 100% yours and the meddlesome thief's.
You stole a life from me and I will intern steal one from you.
Your new little golden flower will sing for me every day until the day she dies and I will live forever.
From your dearest aunty (Gothel's sister)
Everything was silent you could hear a pin drop until a quiet humming rang out from my stomach. A gold outline shimmered and shone around me and then to utter amazement Golden blonde hair began to erupt from my scalp. Was my child singing?
I have had this thought about bringing Frozen into the plot and making the story a crossover wanted to know if you think I should or not?