A Frozen Heart
Hello everyone. I've finally decided to post a new story and I will hopefully actually finish it too! I was going to finish my other stories but changed my mind midway… sorry! But I promise I will try this time since this is not a story I want to publish as a real book. + I kinda need some feedback, haha. So I know this chapter is kinda short, but it's just a prologue. Prologues are supposed to be short, right? Right?
The old clock tower rang, telling everyone who heard it that it was one hour till midnight. It was a stormy, gloomy night for this time of the year. The sky was dark blue with a hint of purple, covered in grey skies that warned of danger. No birds could be heard and the wind was howling. The forest looked more scary than ever although there were no one there, not a single living creature. Trees cast long shadows that looked like scary creatures and the leaves were clutching onto the branches for dear life.
Maybe it was because the world knew about what she was going to do this night. If someone else knew they would surely have stopped her, but it didn't matter anyway. She was going to do it and no one could change her mind.
Standing in front of the tall window she watched as the world outside was about to be soaked in few hours. She could see it clearly in her mind; the streets filled with water of a generous amount that would drench your feet, a lightning bolt lighting up the sky every now and then, lamps along the streets lightning the way for those brave enough or foolish enough to go outside.
Yes, it was that predictable. It was the same as always, it was boring. Nothing new happened and she wondered if anything new would ever happen. She knew she would one day have to marry and she knew of the responsibilities that lay on her shoulders considering her title. She let out a sigh; she didn't want any of that. She wanted to live her life as she wanted but that title made it impossible. Closing her eyes she brought up her hand up to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Why can't someone else take that title, there are a lot who wants it, why do I have to get it?" she muttered to herself. Turning around she looked at her surroundings one last time; the furniture, the paintings, the architecture, everything.
"Master, what's wrong?" a voice suddenly spoke.
Turning around she looked at the owner of the voice, "Oh, Sebastian…"
"Eclaire, you've been sighing for a long time now. What's wrong?" the butler, Sebastian, replied.
"I'm bored…" she said in a monotone voice.
Clearing his voice, the butler said "then maybe you would like to read a book? I could recommend- -"
"You know that won't help" she interrupted, turning back to the window and the depressing sight that was about to unfold before her within mere hours.
Nodding in silent agreement he walked over to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Still not facing him she took a small step diagonally backwards, welcoming the comfort he was offering.
"If someone saw us they would get the wrong idea" Sebastian warned in a hushed tone.
She let out a small snort, "I don't care, I'm the boss, I make the rules"
He gave out a light chuckle, "Yes, you are, master. You don't care what others think anyway"
"That's right" she grinned.
Placing his other hand on her other shoulder he closed his eyes enjoying the tranquility of the moment as she leaned into him.
"How long have we been friends, Sebastian?" she asked in a gentle voice.
"Since I was 7 years old and you were 5" he whispered.
"You've been with me for a long time…"
"And I will continue to, as long as you want me to" he smiled.
She bent her head backwards enough to see his face and he bend down as she closed her eyes.
"Like I promised you" he added before placing a light kiss on her forehead.
Smiling, she slowly opened her eyes again and returned her head to facing the window. Suddenly a flash of light filled the sky and it started pouring down. A roaring thunder could be heard seconds later, it had begun.
Turning around, facing him, she cleared her throat. "We're leaving" she suddenly announced
"Leaving? Where?" he asked confused.
"To the place where 'they' are, of course" she informed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"'They'?" he asked puzzled not sure of who they were before realization struck him. "You don't mean… No, I will not have this. I'm not going and neither are you. You're just letting your boredom do the talking, you're not thinking straight." He looked at his master who still had on her bored expression and showed she was clearly not convinced. "I'm not going, I'm not" he added.
"Oh yes, you will" she said with an evil grin and a twinkle in her eye. This was not a good sign for the poor butler.
Less than an hour later Eclaire was walking down the hallways whistling a happy tune. Some other servants walked behind her dragging different kinds of luggage. After turning another corner one of them asked, "Are you sure this is ok?"
Eclaire arched an eyebrow, "Of course, why wouldn't it be?"
"Well, Sebastian didn't seem quite…"
"Didn't seem quite, what?" she inquired, folding her arms over her chest.
"I am NOT happy with these turn of events" Sebastian's voice could suddenly be heard from out of nowhere.
Walking towards a large chest Eclaire lifted the lid to reveal that Sebastian had managed to free himself from the piece of cloth covering his mouth that rendered him of speech.
"Oh come on, it will be fun" she grinned
"Then why am I in this chest" Sebastian bit back, "not to mention like this" he added.
"Like what" she asked innocently.
"I demand you to remove the rope tied to my arms and legs" Sebastian bellowed.
Shaking her head like a mother would to a child that did something wrong she said "You know I can't do that. You might run away, and then what would I do?"
"Please, can't we just talk this through? You're just letting your boredom get the best of you" he pleaded.
"No, I'm not. I've made up my mind a long time ago. We're going to 'them', and that's final."
And so began the journey of the young master Eclaire and her butler Sebastian. However, none of them could have predicted what awaited them when they got to where 'they' were or what would happen…
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