Rise my lady
Well I can't think of anything else to call it. It is an entry of mine for a no more than 200 word story segment. And no I have not written the rest of the story but I don't think I had to so you can make up the end in your head.... because it is not even made up in mine. So here it is "Rise my lady";
In fear and excitement I walked into the room. I knelt before the queen to be, who I would now serve.
“Rise my lady”
I slowly raised my eyes to her face and began to stand. I forgot all formalities and gaped at her, I knew that face. She looked back down at me and smiled then her eyes narrowed. I stood before her and wondered if she could see me trembling. Surely she had remembered all those years ago, I did.
Back then I was young and vain, the horrid daughter of an important noble. She turned up at the manor, I thought her a little tatterdemalion of no account. Only later did I find out that she had just survived being abducted. Now our paths had crossed again and she could do to me as she wished. I wondered, was she the sort to hold a grudge?
I’d spent so much of my life trying to get a position like this in the court and now? She that I had hurt when we were children, now a queen to be, sat on the chair in front of me with a look of recognition spreading slowly across her face.