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Glory set down the silver brush. She had painstakingly spent several hours brushing her long, wavy brown hair in order to pass the time. It shined with every breath she took, an eye-catcher for any man. In disgust, she turned away from her vanity mirror to the black feather lying on her dresser. Dull and ragged from wearing it so much around her neck, Glory eventually had to remove it, reducing it to a mere dust collector. She touched its soft fuzz sporadically sticking out at the base of the quill. Keith had given it to her. Even without the feather he was still in her thoughts. Was he still enslaved? Had anyone found out what he was? Questions lingered unanswered as she started brushing her hair again.
The creek of the bedroom door announced someone in her room. Glory looked in the mirror to see who it was. She smiled as her father peered just inside the doorway.
“Glory, are you ready? You’re mother and I are waiting.”
Glory frowned and continued brushing her hair.
“Stepmother,” she corrected quietly.
Roland Elite entered the bedroom and strode toward his daughter. His crimson and gold trimmed vest gave off a rich appearance compared to Glory’s simple light blue gown. Hanging beside her bed was a matching dress. In the mirror she saw his gaze drift to it, then back at her.
“You’re hair looks lovely.” He reached out and stopped her hand. Taking the brush from her, he turned it over. He touched one of the engraved roses. “I remember the way your mother brushed her hair ‘til it shined. Now you do the same.” He touched the back of his finger to her soft cheek. “I want you to enjoy this evening, Glory. You’ve been spending too much time in your room lately. You need fresh air. Come. Get dressed. I’ll help you.”
Glory bowed her head.
“Do I really have to go?” She turned to look at him. “I’ve already met him. Once was enough.”
Roland sighed and squeezed her shoulder gently.
“When your mother and I first moved to Lexington, there was nothing here but a few old buildings and dirt roads. People were just beginning to settle down. Growing up, my parents had nothing to contribute to my education or leaving home. They raised me and that was that. When you were born, however, I knew in my heart I wanted so much more for you. I built this clan with my bare hands, all for you. And when you’re ready, I want you carry on in my stead.” He smiled while watching Glory mouth his own words, having heard it so many times.
“And when I’m ready, I’ll become Princess of Central Valley Clan. Yes, I know. I’ll need a husband eventually, but I want someone…someone…” She glanced at the feather.
Roland followed her gaze.
“Glory, he’s but a slave. You mustn’t keep living in the past.” Striding over to his daughter’s bed, he took the dress and held it up. “Come. We’re wasting time. Lord Valor is waiting, and you’re not even ready. What would your mother say?”
Glory stood and slid her seat under the desk.
“She’d say he smells of fish.”
Character © Bonnie Watson
From Novel Prince
The creek of the bedroom door announced someone in her room. Glory looked in the mirror to see who it was. She smiled as her father peered just inside the doorway.
“Glory, are you ready? You’re mother and I are waiting.”
Glory frowned and continued brushing her hair.
“Stepmother,” she corrected quietly.
Roland Elite entered the bedroom and strode toward his daughter. His crimson and gold trimmed vest gave off a rich appearance compared to Glory’s simple light blue gown. Hanging beside her bed was a matching dress. In the mirror she saw his gaze drift to it, then back at her.
“You’re hair looks lovely.” He reached out and stopped her hand. Taking the brush from her, he turned it over. He touched one of the engraved roses. “I remember the way your mother brushed her hair ‘til it shined. Now you do the same.” He touched the back of his finger to her soft cheek. “I want you to enjoy this evening, Glory. You’ve been spending too much time in your room lately. You need fresh air. Come. Get dressed. I’ll help you.”
Glory bowed her head.
“Do I really have to go?” She turned to look at him. “I’ve already met him. Once was enough.”
Roland sighed and squeezed her shoulder gently.
“When your mother and I first moved to Lexington, there was nothing here but a few old buildings and dirt roads. People were just beginning to settle down. Growing up, my parents had nothing to contribute to my education or leaving home. They raised me and that was that. When you were born, however, I knew in my heart I wanted so much more for you. I built this clan with my bare hands, all for you. And when you’re ready, I want you carry on in my stead.” He smiled while watching Glory mouth his own words, having heard it so many times.
“And when I’m ready, I’ll become Princess of Central Valley Clan. Yes, I know. I’ll need a husband eventually, but I want someone…someone…” She glanced at the feather.
Roland followed her gaze.
“Glory, he’s but a slave. You mustn’t keep living in the past.” Striding over to his daughter’s bed, he took the dress and held it up. “Come. We’re wasting time. Lord Valor is waiting, and you’re not even ready. What would your mother say?”
Glory stood and slid her seat under the desk.
“She’d say he smells of fish.”
Character © Bonnie Watson
From Novel Prince
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This drawing is fantastic! Amazing job!!!!