The Princess, The Foul, and a Weekend at St. Christopher’s Emily Scoular
The week was long and the seconds were stretched into years. Every mile I rode closer to you, the further the safety of my village evaded me. I arrived in a town I once knew and held dear that I now look at with such disdain, full of wild nights I wouldn’t want to miss and days I wish I could burn away. A month apart and yet time had not passed, but we needed to catch up. I had heard about your life on the new court from ravens that wouldn’t leave me alone. I hoped you would confide in me sooner, but at least you told me your darkest secrets and how your life has gone since escaping home. And I promise I won’t tell anyone because your wicked ways have begun to make you into the queen you wished you never would become. Long ago, we walked down the same path, but came to a fork in the road that would end up different places. We made our choices, but still, our lives would take the same course of action. It’s what choices and what side adventures we decide to have that make the same path look different. I saw what clear skies you had before you and all the woodland animals that walked by your side and suddenly I’m jealous and ashamed of my lonely walkway. So, I took a walk on your trail. We first ventured to a mysterious hut hidden deep in the steel forest, and together, it was a great feeling of not being able to feel. Happy, giggly children swaying down steps and out into the night. We came to our next location: an exotic mansion with strange faces that 61
