Slice
A long, brown braid falls to the wooden floors, a shaking hand holding the knife. Celine's breaths were heavy, too loud. She couldn't stand it, the hair had to go.
She made a mistake.
Her father's footsteps up the stairs, a shock through her spine. What would he do if he found her like this? The hair she'd been growing out since she was 5, as part of high elf noble tradition. She couldn't have waited for 18 to come around, too long too long.
She darted for a closet down the hall, anywhere she could hide. Praying a maid wouldn't see her in the candlelight.
No one saw her. Or at least no one stopped her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, keep quiet, keep quiet.
She heard her father enter her room.
"CELINE!" his voice boomed through the hall. Sounds of confusion from maids and servants coming out of rooms doing the nightly cleaning.
"Where is that dastardly little girl!?" Doors open and close. He's looking for her. He's getting closer. She pushes back against the wall of the closet.
Crack
The wall falls out from behind her, she falls back as well along with some of the linens in the closet.
Thud
Celine quickly sits up and replaces the false wall. Her father definitely heard it. His footsteps quick and hard, closer and closer-
The door creaks open. It closes.
He didn't know she was there
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Stories of Rosdiel
FantasíaRosdiel is a fantastical land filled with elves, magic, gods and much more~ There are many stories to tell Follow my characters in these short stories about them. These are not in chronological order! These are all my own characters!
