|Life of a princess
Author: Sara Belle Swan Is the name PM
Maria merryweather moves to Moonacre. What could possibly go wrong? There is a curse in moonacre, but not one that will destroy the valley. Find out what that curse might be. I may bring some new characters into this, Not sure at the moment. I am updating frequently. Oh and some suggestive idea's are very welcome. Maria/Robin First one to review gets a prize! No flames!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Maria M. & Robin - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,346 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 09-26-12 - Published: 09-22-12 - id: 8548596
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I stand at my fathers grave. Staring at the top of the casket. With one lithe motion I sadly drop my one red rose into the hole. I take a deep breath in and collect myself. I look over and Miss Heliotrope is gazing at me, trying unsucessfully to find out my emotions. I nod and force a smile. How? I'm not sure but I manage it anyway.
I take careful steps to my left until I am infront of my already buried mother's grave. I place my other rose ontop of the marble. I look around to remember everything as it was. What catches my eye is a boy, wearing a lot of leather and a bowler hat leaning against a pillar watching me. I quickly turn away.
I sniffle and clear my throat. I take my place back beside Miss Heliotrope and tell her "I'm ready to leave now."
She nods this time and tells me "Okay." I walk to the carriage and she tells the grave diggers to begin filling it and lets everyone else leave, like the minister. My curiousity gets the best of me and I look back to the pillar and the bowler hat boy has dissapeared.
Before she starts walking back I let one solid tear slip out but I brush it away before anyone could notice, with the palm of my hand.
Miss Heliotrope finally climbs in and we head off to the reading of the will.
We arrive and I walk up the steps. Miss Heliotrope and I are led into a big room, with shelves and vast windows, along with one solitary desk and three chairs.
I take the right chair and we listen to the man across from us as he begins speaking.
"Now due to your father passing we have to read the will." I roll my eye's at his dumbing it down. He doesn't seem to notice and continues. "As you've probably already been told, Mr. Merryweather lost his money and house, So he no longer could keep that in the will. The only thing else he left was this book."
He pulls a rather large book out from under the desk and places it before us. "As he wrote 'Leave this 'The ancient secret of moonacre' book to my beautiful daughter Maria merryweather. I hope she will treasure it and keep it in the family for decades to come." He sighs and tells us "That is all he left. I'm very sorry for your loss Miss merryweather." This catches my attention and I look up and meet his eye's. "I knew your father very well, He was a friend. I was there when you were born. He came out with a smile on his face and said "Look! It's Maria, my beautiful daughter."
I find myself smiling at the thought. I answer "Thank you." I couldn't find any other words to say. From there I grab the book and we dapart to go to our house.
When we get there I go to my room and lock it. I was sad to leave. The house I grew up in for the past 13 years, just leaving behind because of my fathers mistakes.
I set it on my bed and get dressed in my gold night gown. I push back the comforter and lay down. I don't bother turning off the light. I fall asleep reading the book my father left me.