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This week’s prompt was:
Write a story about revisiting one’s childhood home.
Today’s story is from Cheryl Mahoney, writing a follow-up to her story about finding something hidden, one enchantment and 100 years later.
Rose was back at the castle for many days before she returned to her old bedroom. She wouldn’t have visited today, if Edward hadn’t suggested it.
He stopped her outside of a council meeting. “I understand I’m living in your old rooms,” he said, smiling. “I appreciate that you haven’t demanded them back—but I’ve been meaning to ask if you’d like to visit them?”
She hesitated. She didn’t trust Terrence’s brothers, not even this one, who smiled more than the older two. Was it merely chance that he’d happened to remember to make this invitation at a time when Terrence wasn’t around? She let her eyes drop, and murmured, “I wouldn’t want to impose on you.”
Edward’s grin only grew. “It wouldn’t be an imposition at all. I only feel bad I didn’t invite you sooner. I knew you’d be interested to see the place.” He took her arm—but politely, unthreateningly—and steered her down the corridor. “It’s right this way—well, you know that, of course.”
She could have said no. She could have yanked her arm away, and she thought she probably would have, if he had gripped it any tighter. But it was a polite, even courtly hold, and she wasn’t entirely certain she didn’t want to see her old bedroom.
“I quite like the place,” Edward remarked as they walked. “So quiet, so removed. Gives me plenty of room for thinking, you know.”
Sometimes she had liked the quiet. Sometimes she had wondered why so many stories put princesses away in a tower, all by themselves, and why her own life had to conform to that particular narrative.
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