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From anyone else's perspective, it seemed like a spontaneous decision. A foolish choice in the spur of the moment. A burst of rebellious energy that needed to be tamed and snuffed out.
But right now, none of those opinions mattered.
Because now, she could see the star-filled sky, stretched impossibly beyond her hand, she could feel the cold grass nipping at her pale ankles. Her skirt billowed in the breeze as she twirled, specks of moonlight shimmering in her caramel-brown hair. Jennette buried all of her hollow memories of study, practice and discipline in the room she was once trapped in. She had a revelation realizing how easy it was.
Jennette could tell since young that there was something different with her. She never took in pets and barely had flowers in her room. She wasn't allowed near the greenhouse, and frequently found dead baby animals in the deserted gardens. So she was stuck inside. Left to her fantasies, her make-believe, armed with only thin threads and nimble fingers to make her tale come true. Each night she begged till insanity, for the day that she could smash open the silent cage she was held captive in. And then, she discovered her secret.
The night Jennette saw the dark essence leak out of her, she was terrified of course. But that fear soon turned into curiosity, it wasn't mana was it? Nothing like the iridescent sparkle of the royal family. Her's was a dark cloud hovering over her shoulders, caressing her face, looking like a black creature resting its head in the crook of her neck. She had something of her own, a means of escape to the motonenous cycle of her confinement.
It didn't take much to get out, was that part even important? No it wasn't. She found something in her to love and she celebrated. Dancing all the way as she went to go pick up her beloved princess.
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He was shocked, of course he'd be. Yet at the same time, something deep inside Ijekiel told him it would happen, eventually. Jennette running off on her own, she was naive, but she wasn't clueless. Already realizing from young the life she would be subjugated to. Someone who was essentially an orphan, being compared to a princess spoiled by her father's riches. Yet she kept her smile, kept her head high, kept her steps light and words sweet. Despite living with her for nearly forever now, Ijekiel still couldn't wrap his head around, Jennette.
There seemed to be something contained in her, willing and ready to pop out, and it seemed like tonight was the night, it escaped.
He watched wordlessly as his father issued a search order. Laughing a little at how hysterical it was.