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estiroseI wrote a fic for "12 Dancing Princesses". Here's the original, hastily-typed version, under cut.
She had not been chosen. Sighild sighed in relief, not wanting to marry the man who had exposed their dancing - for why should she be happy when her joy in life was denied?
She knew she was to be married someday, to take up a position of responsibility. Her father had tried to grimly make sure she did not enjoy her life under his leadership, and she had no doubt that any husband he chose for her would also lack compassion and joy. It was why Ida had given all of their suitors the sleeping drought, and why they had gone to the princes.
If only they'd listened to Metta! But she had also thought Metta was foolish. Who could follow them? Who could see what they did night after night?
This man had, and they were undone. Sighild inwardly sighed, tried to look penitent, and swore that she'd have her revenge someday.
She had not been chosen. Sighild sighed in relief, not wanting to marry the man who had exposed their dancing - for why should she be happy when her joy in life was denied?
She knew she was to be married someday, to take up a position of responsibility. Her father had tried to grimly make sure she did not enjoy her life under his leadership, and she had no doubt that any husband he chose for her would also lack compassion and joy. It was why Ida had given all of their suitors the sleeping drought, and why they had gone to the princes.
If only they'd listened to Metta! But she had also thought Metta was foolish. Who could follow them? Who could see what they did night after night?
This man had, and they were undone. Sighild inwardly sighed, tried to look penitent, and swore that she'd have her revenge someday.
