Little Scraps
Sarah wandered the hidden passages of the servant halls, a soft smile on her face and a fist full of scraps of paper in her hand. She paused beside the hidden door that would take her into her fiancee's study. He was terribly busy she knew, what with the war going on but he had insisted that if she found anymore of the small notes to bring them to him immediately. Sarah sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth to keep from gasping as he screamed obscenities at his courtiers again. She didn't like him when he was like this. He was cruel and vile, would vocally rage against her humanity and the foolishness of females in general when she was within his sight and he was in such a state.
No, she would wait and give him the papers later, then again maybe not. She didn't want to upset him but she liked the maids and courtiers she currently had. He replaced them every time she found the bits of paper. Sarah was sad that the Seelie, the people that were soon to be her own would write such things of her and stash them all about her rooms. Even in places that she had believed were ones that only she could get into.
Sarah was back in her rooms by now and carefully putting the papers in the fire. Every single one had the same thing written over and over. The handwriting was familiar and they always seemed to be written by the same hand. Sarah watched as they burned to insure no one else would see them.
"You don't belong here," echoing in her head as each word of that sentence curled and burned on the little scraps of paper.