no one's gloomy or complaining

Princess Chance · 04-30-2010, 01:38 AM

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Harlowe! 300+ words.

As of late, Princess was completely glowing. Haven's romantic evening proposal on the beach had been magnificent, and she could hardly contain her excitement still. Everything about it had been perfect, and she had not wanted to leave the house in the days after it. Now that some time had passed, though, the Chance girl had ventured into the city with the intention of finding new dresses, as most that she had gathered recently had been damaged during the strange white secui's attack on her at the borders. Princess shuddered at the memory, still not comfortable with the happenings of that day. She was not sorry that Haven had killed the stranger—not in the least bit was she sorry—but it had been a frightening ordeal. Though she did not want to believe it, she knew what the stranger's intent had been with her. If Haven had not heard her screaming... She did not want to think of that.

The library drew her attention, though, despite her original intentions of finding new dresses. Glancing down at the simply silky, white halter dress she wore, she decided it was appropriate attire if she were to run into anyone inside, and she hastened up the stone steps, pushing open the heavy door excitedly. Recently, she had been trying to read more, but the last time she had picked up a book had been the day Haven asked her to be his mate. Maybe if she had more interesting things to read, though, she would do so more frequently. The Chance woman did not know where to start among the many shelves, so she moved the one nearest the door, browsing the section with mild interest before moving on, drifting through the shelves half-heartedly. Truthfully, she did not know what it was that she was looking for, but she would find something eventually, she was sure.

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