Lily and Amelia

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This is the beginning of a short story I am writing for a friend. I'm giving it to her in parts, and tis is the first part. Thanks for reading!

Submitted: December 23, 2010

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Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived two princesses. One, named Lily, was tall and blonde, and all agreed that she was the fairest maiden in the land. She enjoyed playing music and throwing grand dances for all of her friends. Her sister was shorter, with wild curly hair and a mischievous grin. Her name was Amelia. She spent her time reading books and watching the cooks in the kitchen. The two were inseparable, and were always laughing and smiling. One spring day, the two were strolling together through the gardens, giggling under their parasols, when they heard a terrible racket. A rattling of the gates, pounding on the cobblestones, and a woman wailing! Lily and Amelia past the roses and lilacs to the gate. Behind it was a poor peasant woman, crying and screaming wildly. Her tears left streaks down her grimy face as she cried, “Help please! My daughter!” “What’s happened?” inquired Lily, while Amelia gingerly poked a kerchief through the bars of the immense gates. “My child!” howled the peasant, as her headscarf fell down around her face. “Someone has stolen my daughter!” “Well, have you told the guard?” asked Lily. “They should be able to help!” said Amelia. No sooner had the woman looked up to respond, then two guards appeared, seizing the sobbing lady by the elbows. “This hag won’t be botherin’ you no longer, your highnesses,” one grunted. The poor peasant didn’t even fight. With a horrible wail, she sank to the ground, sobbing with grief. Despite the protests of the two princesses, the guards continued to haul her away. “We have to help her!” exclaimed Amelia The sisters hurried back to the place, and straight into the Royal court. The Royal court was where the king conducted his kingly business. Amelia bolted down the corridor and threw open the wooden doors of the court. It was empty, however, save for a young stable boy and a serving maid who were…preoccupied. Before either could stammer an apology, Amelia turned, her skirts swishing around her ankles, and was off again with Lily not far behind. They found their father in his study. He was half-asleep in his chair when Lily and Amelia burst in. “Father! “cried Amelia. “Father, wake up!” With a snort, the king stirred awake. The girls each launched into their own unintelligible diatribe about the peasant woman. “Slow down, my dears!” exclaimed the drowsy king. “Now, what happened?” “There was a woman-” said Amelia. “And she was in front of the gates screaming and-” “Screaming and crying and-” “It was awful!” cried Lily “She said she lost her daughter!” “That someone stole her!” “There’s nothing to be done, I’m afraid.” Said the king. ”Just a peasant woman, just a peasant girl…it would be near impossible to track her down now…” his voice trailed off as he bent to rummage through the drawers of his grand desk. The girls knew better than to argue. But both, still indignant, wouldn’t give up. They ate supper in silence, and then went straight to bed. Late at night, when the castle was asleep, Lily awoke and silently tiptoed to her sister’s bed. “Amelia.” Whispered Lily. “Amelia! Are you awake?” Amelia rolled over lazily, blinking in the moonlight, “Well, now I am…” “I can’t sleep.” Amelia grumbled. “It’s that girl. Amelia, she could be anywhere! And her poor mother, not even knowing if…” Lily stared out the window for a moment. “Amelia. We’ve got to do something.” “I suppose you’ve got a plan?” Amelia murmured. She did. In the dead of the night, the princess tiptoed downstairs in their nightgowns. Lily nicked two sullied skirts from the laundry, while Amelia filled a pillowcase with bread and cheese. They both knew what stairs to leap over because they squeaked. They knew which floorboards rattled the suits of armor. They had seen almost more of the castle in the night than in the day, but this time they so gingerly snuck back to their rooms, made nimble by fear. If they were caught, there would be no hope of rescuing the girl. Only the moon watched them slip on the cold stolen skirts, fold their nightgowns delicately, and climb out the window onto the beech tree that towered over the moat. From there, it was just a swing, a grab for the battlements. And then, sweet freedom. Nobody saw two pairs of bare feet touch down on the dewy grass and scurry away into the village.


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