Raeanne skidded around the corner at the top of the stairs briefly pausing to catch her bearings. The Dacre manor house was large and the corridors seemed to go on forever. She had already passed a dozen panicking servants and by now it was clear that somehow all of the windows and doors had been magically sealed.
Working out where she was “Skye” she called over and over as she ran, she knew the little girl had been in playing in her room when the chaos had broken out. Reaching the room Anya had given to the little girl she screeched to a halt.
The doll house was open and the toys where scattered but there was no sign of Skye anywhere to be seen. “Skye” she called again, panic rising. Her daughter was not prone to sensible action at a time of crisis where most children would run and hide Skye would have likely sought out the source of the commotion. Continue reading
Ailana smiled, it had been a strange sort of day. She had spent much of the evening in the company of the youngest Vaux and after a while had even been joined by Brenna. One of Orricks middle girls.
She’d never really been sure if she’d be a good mother, she’d never really been around many children to find out. It was a natural instinct in women she supposed and she suppose by the time she had a baby of her own she’d would have had plenty of practice with Matilda.
Matilda was a funny little thing, with tufts of hair sticking one way and the other not long enough to pleat or tie with bows. Barely two hours after they’d met and Matila lumped herself on Ailana’s lap, without thought or doubt.
Babies did not care for reputation, for rumour or tales … Matilda did not care that half the kingdom thought Ailana a dirty little harlot, she cared only that her lap was comfy and that she knew how to read from her favourite book.
Brenna however was different, she eyed Ailana with suspicion but also with interest. She was full of questions and each of those questions had been tinged with sadness and confusion. The little girl had not been cruel but it was clear her fathers remarriage really hadn’t been explained. Continue reading
Ailana wandered around the upstairs of the house, truthfully she felt at a loose end. The house was buzzing with activity the incident in the girls room had sent everyone into a frenzy.
Heading past the babies room she heard a sorrowful wail, the source of while was clearly the youngest Vaux. Pushing the door open she could see the little girl struggling in her cot. It seemed her doll had fallen to the floor and while she made every effort to reach it her little fingers could not quite grasp it.
Pausing Ailana watched momentarily, before peering around the room looking for the little girls nanny, realizing she was alone she took a tentative into the room. Noticing the little girl stopped crying and pointed at her doll clearly expressing what she wanted. Continue reading