My mother scrambled to provide refreshments while Eliza and Ebenezer chatted with me about the early years of raising my father and their disappointment that he opted not to stand as next in line for the crown. They didn’t blame my mother for my father’s decision, since he’d made it long before he met and married her. There was just a weakness in Walter Cramby that they couldn’t explain that prevented him from bearing the responsibilities he’d been born to.
I had to admire my mother’s ability to keep her cool and play hostess to a royal couple while not being intimidated. I have to admit that, once my grandmother joined my grandfather, I found them to be a powerful force to be in the presence of. I eyed Kenton as best I could to observe how he was doing, since he was the most in awe of them. It seemed to me that the longer he was in their company, the more at ease he became. That pleased me. Don&rsq
The trip to fairly land was an interesting journey. I’d expected us to have to drive, or fly, or take a train, etcetera. Instead, we stood in the middle of my sitting room, held hands, and literally dissolved into nothingness; only to reappear in my grandparent’s castle.As soon as I opened my eyes and saw where I was, I had an idea as to why my grandfather was smiling when I was “oohing” and “ahhing” over the size of Godwin’s home. I could have easily fit five of Godwin’s homes inside the castle. It had to be the size of a mini-village.A petite red haired female with smooth skin and a slightly pointed chin on an oval face that had perfectly formed features appeared and knelt in the same fashion as Kenton had done. My grandmother quickly placed her hand on the female’s head and told her to rise.“This is my granddaughter, Princess Missy. Please take her to Bill
Pricilla may have thought herself strong enough to “take it”, but I questioned my own ability to do so almost as soon as I saw my surroundings and things began to happen.I was guided into a large, white, and very sterile looking room that was what I’d always imagined an operating room to look like. Pricilla was told to stand against the far wall and to not move a muscle if she was to be allowed to stay with me. Apparently, it didn’t matter what the princess said or wanted, in the “torture chamber” the doctors ruled. End of subject.They had me step behind a screen and remove my clothes. I was handed a white hospital gown to put on. It fell to my ankles and tied in a way that left only my head, neck, arms, and feet exposed as I stepped out from behind the screen and climbed up onto a steel table with a thick padding to lie on.There were two doctors in attendance. A woman, named Dr. Ba
When I opened my eyes again, I was resting on a plush, oversized mattress between silky sheets. I moved my legs about while I savored the sensation. It took a moment for me to realize that I was no longer in pain and that I felt strong enough to get out of bed and move about on my own. In fact, I didn’t think that I’d ever felt as good as I did just then.My face lit up with the joy of having the nightmare behind me. Something told me that it was over and would never return. I hoped that I was right.Seeing that I was awake, Pricilla rushed to my side. She babbled her excitement about how well I was doing while occasionally relaying tidbits about the nightmare she’d just witnessed. I could see the pride she felt for having stood by me during the horrific ordeal. She was certain that no other handmaiden had been called upon to do such a thing. This made her feel very special and important. I s
I found Fairy Land to be a beautiful place. The people were friendly and respectful; not just of the royal family, but of each other. The landscaping couldn’t have been more beautiful than if it had come from a Constable painting.I thought parts of the castle to be old and slightly creepy, but they were the parts that either weren’t frequented or weren’t lived in by the royal family.One day, Pricilla snuck me into the dungeons. “This is where that wicked Godwin Walters will end up,” she whispered.I looked around in fascination. The place was dark and dank with a smell of mold that assaulted my nose long before I’d crossed the threshold to its main room. I couldn’t imagine a living creature lasting long in a place like that. Since the fairies were a far gentler species than the vampires, it made me wonder what type of environment poor Kenton was forced to exist in for forty yea
The house looked exactly the same when we returned to the estate on Wolf Mountain. My grandmother was the first to mention it, although, I had to agree.“You’d think that, after two years, something would have changed,” she complained.“Perhaps our dear Maryanne prefers to keep things as Pinky liked them,” my grandfather mused.Eliza Cramby eyed her husband with a critical glower. “Even in death Martha has you wrapped around her little pinky, does she not?”“Why do you say such a thing?” my grandfather complained. He looked directly at me and smiled. “Now you know why she was nick named “Pinky”. My poor jealous wife has always believed that your great grandmother had me wrapped around her little pinky just because I could deny her nothing.”I giggled. “Isn’t that kind of like having you wrapped around her pinky, then?”
Using my magic to find missing objects was one of the first things I’d been taught, but it never occurred to me to use it to find a missing person.“That’s an excellent idea, young Walters,” my grandfather said with enthusiasm. “Missy, why don’t you go out and ask the trees who took her? Surely, if they don’t know, they can find out.”I couldn’t help having a flash back in my mind of my life in the suburbs of Chicago and imagining how my friends would react had they been in the room to witness such a suggestion being made by my grandfather. Then, they would probably still be picking themselves off the floor and wondering what I’d spiked their drinks with after just seeing us materialize out of thin air.“I can give it a try,” I said as I stepped toward the front door.“Wait!” Kenton said with urgency. When I stopped in my tracks he added, &ldq
I watched out of the window until I could see Godwin’s army approaching. Without waiting for Kenton’s approval, I flung the door open and shouted for him as I ran into his arms.Although I wanted nothing more than to spit in his face, I returned his kisses with the passion that one would expect to be in a woman who’d been kept from her one true love for two years.“My love,” he laughed wildly while saying between my fervent kisses, “my beautiful Missy, I can’t breathe.”I stopped kissing him and buried my face into his neck – more to hide my revulsion than anything else – while I murmured my woes at being kept from him.“I thought I was only going for a short visit. My grandfather said that he wanted to show me my heritage. I had no idea that I’d be kept a prisoner,” I whimpered. “Do you still want me? Tell me that you still love me, God
I did my best not to move in a way that showed just how uncomfortable I was in my own skin when I followed Godwin back down the stairs. Kenton was sitting in a side chair conversing with one of the vampire army leaders through the open door since he couldn’t enter because neither my mother or I had invited him in. Kenton scowled when he saw me wince as Godwin playfully patted my backside, but he said nothing.“So, cousin, it seems your lover has gone missing,” Godwin bellowed as he strode across the polished wooden floor.“Lover?” Kenton said with confusion.“Okay, maybe I should have said former lover,” Godwin said with a roll of his eyes.Kenton gave me a curious look. “I’m still not following.”“Maryanne, you idiot. You’re the one who told Missy she was missing. What is this? Out of sight, out of mind?” Godwin clucked his tongue as h