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Post by Alice Rae Lindale on Jul 24, 2010 0:38:34 GMT 2
“Father?”
Her eyes were so wide and innocent, shining brightly in the candle light. Their intense green color could even be considered discomforting. Her long blond hair was even cuter with the decoration of a large, elegant bow that perfectly matched her dress. She could hardly have been more than five. The child even now was clearly going to turn into a beautiful young woman that would likely attract many young men when the time would come. Her expensive dress brought out her beauty even more.
“Alice, why are you in here?”
The man too was quite good looking. He had handsome, defined features and wore a smart suit that was often seen worn by the noble men. His eyes matched the child’s almost perfectly. They stared down at the girl narrowed coldly. There was no love there. He towered above the girl.
“Father, the servants are picking
on me. They say you don’t love me.
You love me don’t you father?”
The girl looked to her father for comfort. Her eyes were tearing slightly as she gazed hopefully at him. That was all she wanted. To hear those words. She’d never heard them before. Not even from her mother. Why did they not tell her like she had heard other parents tell their children? The servants rumored it was because the Lindales hand wanted a boy, and Alice’s birth had ruined her mother’s chance of having another child.
”Love you? How could I love such a
worthless child?”
The child fell back as if she had been stuck to the ground. Her father smirked at her pain before turning and walking away. The girl watched him leave, tears pouring out her eyes. Would no one love her? The poor child hugged her legs against her chest and sobbed alone.
…all alone…
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