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Post by Jordyn on Jan 1, 2014 0:21:43 GMT -5
(This happens when Emily is seven. She may talk like an adult, but that's because she learned from the people around her.)
Emily paced nervously around her quarters. She had no clue what her fate for running away would be. Her hair-bright red now- streamed behind her as she picked up the pace. "My Lady?" A maid servant asked. When she got no answer, she shouted. "My Lady!" Emily stopped moving and looked at the maid, her look becoming like her father's. "Your Father wishes to see you." And that's when Emily's stomach plunged.
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Post by Jordyn on Apr 3, 2014 8:09:15 GMT -5
Emily's stomach plummeted with every step they took towards her father's office. She knew what his would most likely do. He wasn't like other dads, she knew. A normal father would ground their children if they did anything really bad. Morgarath beat her. She grimaced as she thought of the whip-a tanned rider's whip, decorated with small spikes-Don't think about it. Don't think of anything. Don't let him see any fear whatsoever. And, never-EVER-cry in front of him! The maid looked at her as they reached the chambers. The Punishment room, as knights and servants alike called it, was used only on occasions when Emily slipped up. She looked at the door and opened it. She allowed her eyes to fill with a mix of mockery and sarcasm, as she knew any kind of fear would make her punishments worse-they always did. "Well, the little brat has returned from her little adventure!" Morgarath said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
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