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Anne cut a strange figure on the beach, in a wide and billowing dress of such a pale pink that it might well have been white, accented with pale gold. Slowly, she unpinned her hair until it caught in the wind and streamed out before her towards the ocean. She'd thought about cutting it all off, in the last few days. Apparently there were many who could make it look lovely.
Her fingers strayed towards the B on her throat. She found it so strange to have no scar there, as if she'd never felt the blade, and yet, she could still feel the first cold bite.
What had brought her to this maudlin place?
Ah, yes. She was up for Council. Council. How well she remembered the set of gentlemen, her uncle amongst them, as they condemned her. He hadn't been able to look her in the eye, though God knew Anne had tried to make him.
How she wished that they'd allowed her music in the tower. Just one singer, maybe a violinist.
A bit useless for a wish, really.
Her shoe was bumped, and she bent to retrieve the object, a large white shell that no longer hosted any creature inside. Anne smiled a bit, finding it to be a lovely, if small, palace, and held it to her ear.
Her fingers strayed towards the B on her throat. She found it so strange to have no scar there, as if she'd never felt the blade, and yet, she could still feel the first cold bite.
What had brought her to this maudlin place?
Ah, yes. She was up for Council. Council. How well she remembered the set of gentlemen, her uncle amongst them, as they condemned her. He hadn't been able to look her in the eye, though God knew Anne had tried to make him.
How she wished that they'd allowed her music in the tower. Just one singer, maybe a violinist.
A bit useless for a wish, really.
Her shoe was bumped, and she bent to retrieve the object, a large white shell that no longer hosted any creature inside. Anne smiled a bit, finding it to be a lovely, if small, palace, and held it to her ear.