Girl in the Red Hood
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"If we have a boy," she snuggled deeper in his arms and looked up at the stars that filled the heavens above them, "I hope he's just like his father."
"A boy would be nice, but so would a girl. She could be just like her mother." Liesel gave an unladylike snort.
"And what would that be?"
"Too willing to talk to strangers," Kurt smiled. "Particularly odd boys in the forest."
"We'll have to warn her about those," Liesel nodded soberly. Kurt just chuckled, then continued in a warm voice.
"She'll have a hunger for adventure. She might just change the lives of an entire village. And everywhere she goes, people will say, 'Look, there goes the daughter of the girl in the red hood.'"
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AN EXCERPT
“It’s true that–Look up at me,” he interrupted himself, suddenly removing his hood. “I want to see you better.” Isa couldn’t have looked away if she’d wanted to. His face was gaunt. Dark circles seemed painted below his eyes, and his skin appeared fragile. It looked as if someone had stretched it too thinly over his sharp cheekbones. His golden hair was long and unkept, making his ashen cheeks look even more sunken.
But what really drew her gaze were his eyes. They were the only parts of his face that stood out more than his thin nose, but not because they were frightening as the rest of him was. The prince’s eyes would have been gray if not for the thin rings of blue fire that encircled his pupils. They blazed in a strange, beautiful rhythm that made her want to look closer. Unfortunately, she realized, those beautiful, extraordinary eyes were suddenly glaring at her with a very real hatred.
He remembers me. So he hadn’t brought her to the Fortress for revenge. The surprise and hate on his face was so intense that Isa would have wilted under it, had she not been battling similar feelings of her own. They stood glaring at one another for a long moment before his expression became more controlled. When he spoke again, his voice was slow and deliberate.
“Yes, you are my servant, but not the kind you think.”
“Then, Your Highness, what am I here for?” He stared strangely at her for a minute longer before answering.
“You’re here to help me break the curse.” Isa nearly fell back a step. She had imagined many horrible endings to her time with the prince, but none of them had involved breaking a curse. She was both relieved and horrified.
“I can do that?”
“We’ll see. Now, I assume you’re tired from your journey. You will be served supper in your chambers tonight, but tomorrow, you will dine with me.” And with that, the prince turned slowly and began to limp away. Still in shock, Isa stared as he paused one more time. “Oh, and one more thing. You are safe on the Fortress grounds by day, but you must never venture out after dark. I cannot protect you then.”
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An Air Force wife, mommy of a little fairy, and Las Vegas native, Brittany’s life is far from boring. She’s written stories since she could hold a pen, so writing for a living is a dream come true, one she works at while staying at home with her baby girl. When she’s not writing, Brittany can be found enjoying her family (husband, daughter, and spoiled black Labrador), doing chores (She would much prefer writing.), reading, going to church, belting Disney princess songs, exercising, or decorating cakes.
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