Stacy paced the room. She was in deep thought. � I hate this place. It�s always cold, no grass to have picnics on, there are no leaves on the trees, and the ponds are all frozen. I have to stay in the castle unless I have guards outside with me, my family is not here, I�m married to someone I don�t love, and I can�t wear pants because I�m now royalty. I hate my life. I wish Christian never brought me here.� Stacy thought to herself angrily.
That night Stacy was having dinner with her husband, and her in-laws. Every time they had dinner with the King and Queen, Stacy always forgot something that she was supposed to say, not to say or something about something else so Christian had to cover up for her. Tonight would be no exception.
� So Stacy, we haven�t heard anything about your childhood. You wouldn�t mind telling us something, would you?� Asked the Queen. � I don�t mind at all. Um� When I was younger I remember making snowmen outside my house in the winter with my sister. We used to pour water over the snowman to make it hard and after a couple of days it dried and we would always sit or stand on it. I also remember that in the summer I would always join a soccer team, but we never� won�� Stacy suddenly remembered that she wasn�t supposed to say anything about summer. Big mistake, the King and Queen�s faces were emotionless. |
