“But mum, ah was’nae fibbing!”
Disregarding the fact that she was – it was just a little white lie; honestly; she just- really wanted to go for her falconry lesson with her father because the last time had been so much fun.
Merida pushed forward to the Queen, her steps light and airy, “Och, mum-” she whined as she moved her head back and rolled her eyes, “Fine.”
However when the princess heard her mother say the lesson would end much later she almost skipped to their lesson room. “Ah’m goin’, ah’m goin’ – history o’ DunBroch, sounds lovely, cannae wait.” She rushed, grabbing hold of the bronze knob of the door as she turned around and looked at her mother as she hurried her, “Come on, let’s get started – sooner we start~” Sooner, I can get out of here.
Her chest was heaving as she pressed her back into the door, then twisted the knob and unprincessly threw herself into the room till she found her chair, placed her hands upon the table and gave a very, very forced grin. She just wanted this to be over and done with. Her father was expecting her and she knew he wasn’t the patient type and would give up as soon as she would have.
The Queen,
gave her daughter the look. Elinor did not want
to hear what her daughter had to say.
❝ Th’ sooner we start, th’ sooner yoo’ll
become more lady like.❞
The way the queen spoke, you could hear
the disapproval. Watching the red head
throw herself on the chair, a groan escaped
the brunette's throat.
Honestly does she have no shame?
❝ Th’ sooner we start, th’ sooner yoo’ll
become more lady like.❞
Elinor soon began to walk up & down the room,
the Queen had a habit of talking with her hands.
❝ Once thaur was an ancient kingdom!❞