Sleeping Beauty (Faerie Tale Collection)
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Reverend Townesend placed an arm over her and another out toward the young boy. “Do not come another step closer, do you hear? Do not do it.”
Big tears began to build within Frederico, he had been so brave until now, but when Nurse screamed it frightened him. He did not know what was wrong, but he wanted to be better. “Help me.” He tried to walk closer, but she only moved further away. “Help me.”
“You—you are cursed! You will make us all cursed!” Nurse Landon shouted.
“Help me, please.”
“Stay right there until I send someone for you.” The reverend took the nurse by the hand and began to walk toward the castle. On his way he hollered at a maidservant who was just exiting with her arms full of new refreshments for their tea. “Get the prince and take him to his room. Do not let anyone see him. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The maid curtsied and scurried over to Frederico.
He will never forget the terror in her eyes or the scream she let out when she first beheld his crippled form. The boy had no idea how awful he looked, but it made him cry so very much more to see their fear.
She stepped back a pace and pointed. “What happened to you? Your skin is all rumpled and stilted.”
“A woman hurt me. I do not know why. I did not do anything to her.”
“A woman?” She came forward. “A woman did this to you? Was she on the grounds here? Where was she?”
“Over by the lake. I came as fast as I could.”
“Just a few moments ago?”
“Yes.”
“Wait right here. I will be back. No one can see you like this!” The maid gathered her skirts and ran as fast as she could to the head gardener and told him she had seen a strange woman walking the grounds who needed to be caught and brought to the king. When she had got back little Frederico was sitting upon the ground, his head in his bent hands staring at the grass.
“Come on you little one. Let us get you back to the palace and get you washed up.”
Frederico rubbed his eyes with a crooked fist, sniffled and looked up at the maid. She flinched a little but did not scream again. He became a little less scared and tried to scramble to his feet. “When can I get better?” he asked once he was standing.
“Soon. Very soon. But first we must get you all cleaned up. I am sure the king and queen will be wanting to see what has happened to you.” The maid was afraid of the curse, but the little boy’s wet eyes checked her. Hesitantly she held her hand out for him to hold and prayed nothing bad would happen to her.
Frederico smiled a crooked smile and clasped her hand tight.
Her eyes were wide, but she put a brave grin on her face as she began to walk back with the little prince. “Do not look at anyone right now. And be sure to walk as straight as possible. Try not to make a scene. We will head through the back door and up the servants entrance. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. I think so.” He tried miserably to walk normal, but a rolling gait was all he could accomplish. Thankfully, they made it into the castle without anyone noticing.
Once they were in his room, it was just a few minutes to get the little boy undressed and in the bath. The maid pressed her lips together many a time and tried desperately not to sob at the sight of the ruined little body. He had been so beautiful before. So lively and handsome. Now his whole person was deformed, rumpled and crippled. She closed her eyes to the protruding awkward bones that formed his crooked back and sang a small song instead as she slipped the bathwater over his head.
Bathing the baby.
Bathing the boy.
Bathing the master’s dog
And its toy.
Soon they will be all clean as a whistle
Ready to scamper about in the thistle.
Bathing the baby.
Bathing the boy.
Bathing the master’s dog.
What a joy!
Frederico liked that song. He hummed along with the maid the whole rest of the time it took to get dried off and dressed with socks and boots on. She was very nice. When she was brushing out his hair he asked her, “What is your name?”
Surprised she looked down at his distorted features. “Why do you ask?”
“Mamma always calls you ‘maid.’ Do you have a name?”
“Of course I have a name, Your Majesty! Everyone has a name!”
“Do you know my name?”
She chuckled. “Yes! Everyone better know your name if they knows what’s good for em.”
“Then what is yours? I want to know yours.”
She looked at him a very long time and then said, “Tilly, my little Rumple-stilt-skin, my name is Tilly.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jenni James is the happy mother of seven boisterous children and the author of several book babies that include: Pride & Popularity, Northanger Alibi and Persuaded from The Jane Austen Diaries for teens and Prince Tennyson an inspirational novel. She enjoys writing clean literature for children, teens and adults. Look out for more of her Faerie Tale Collection! To get all the latest news and updates come find her on Facebook (Author Jenni James) or visit her website authorjennijames.com. She loves to hear from her readers and can be emailed directly at jenni@authorjennijames.com
Sleeping Beauty
Jenni James © copyright 2012
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Second eBook Edition: 2012
First Paperback Edition: 2013
Cover design by Phatpuppy Art
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to a real person, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Published in the United States of America
Table of Contents
What People Are Saying about Jenni
Title Page
Other Books by Jenni
Acknowledgements
Dedication
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
Sneak Peek for "Rumplestiltskin"
About Jenni
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