Arabella slouched her posture as she stood before the older
man. The braids in her hair were a little too neat, and her wide eyes darted at
the chaos around her. Quivering in the coldness, puffs of white air left her
defined lips. The man watched as her whole body jumped at the sound of a horse
and carriage trotting past, splashing icy water onto the cobbled pavement. “You’re
not from around here are you, Miss?” Arabella’s chin chattered as she clenched
her dark cape at her chest. She looked at the man’s warm eyes. Although he was
bald, the stubble on his face was beginning to turn grey. She felt as though
she could trust him. But that was in Arabella’s nature. She wanted to see the
good in everyone. “No.” Arabella spoke softly. “I’m from…” She glanced at the
moon in the sky, casting light upon the castle in the hilltop. Home. “Just outside
of town. I’m looking for a friend.”
A fresh layer of snow began to set upon the last. The man
nodded and took off his coat, placing it around her small frame. “Let’s get you
a nice glass of Ale. Warm those bones up of yours.” Arabella attempted a smile and
nodded, following the man in his tracks. “What’s your name anyway, Miss?”
Arabella fluttered her eyelashes pondering over a name. There was only one
Arabella in this town, the Princess. “Liz.” The man looked over his shoulder,
watching the girl muttering to herself. He smiled. The man knew Liz wasn’t her
real name, but decided not to question her on it, “I’m Eddie.”
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