Billy Mac at http://goodtobealivetoday.com/2019/02/12/3319/ has nominated me in the Tell the Story Challenge. It’s quite simple, look at a picture and tell its story.
I was very skeptical and thinking that damn Billy. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love this funny, witty, brilliant man and his amazing blog. Normally, I never do these challenges because doing so is waaaay outside of my comfort zone.
As I said in a recent blog post, I’ve recently had an epiphany of sorts. One of them being, truly living does not begin until you get outside of your comfort zone. So to Billy Mac, thank you. Thank you for gently pulling me out of my comfort zone where I was only going through the motions.
To my dear readers, do yourself a huge favor and check out Billy’s blog, http://goodtobealivetoday.com/2019/02/12/3319/. He is an amazing blogger, a brave soul and a dear friend.
Ella, leaned her flushed cheek against the icy window pane in the Tower of Shadows where she had been banished by her cruel father. Her breath made a fog on the window that obscured the desolate view and her own heartbroken expression. She had known very few happy, kind things in her short life.
Ella’s father, the King, was a cruel, vicious man who expected his firstborn child to be a son. When he was presented with a wide-eyed, chubby faced little girl, his face turned red with fury. He spat, “A bloody girl!” at the baby’s mother as she lay wan and defeated as the life left her, right there on the birthing bed.
The King stomped out of the beautiful spring castle where they had previously joyfully awaited the baby’s imminent arrival. As he arrived at the stables he barked to a young man to saddle his most fierce stallion, Le Morte. The stable boy did not hesitate because he knew how violent his Highness could be in one of his dark moods.
The King swung himself into the saddle, spurred the fierce beast of a horse and took off like the hounds of Hell were nipping at his heels. As he rode hard and fast his fury abated just enough for him to think clearly…..he would be a laughingstock. Of his family and of his country. In ten generations of Kings, he was the first to have had a girl firstborn. His wife the Queen was already dead so he wouldn’t have that matter to deal with he thought menacingly, but what of the babe?? Did his own evil, twisted, dark mind have the capacity to order or he himself murder his only child?!?
As he kept riding he passed the crumbling old castle that was the Spring Castle of generations long gone and gazed up at the lonely tower. Private and desolate. If a building was capable of having an emotion, this one did. Sadness and melancholy permeated it’s every musty stone.
The King smiled cruelly as he decided that he would banish the babe to the tower with a wet nurse and eventually a nanny until she could take care of herself. He might not want her but she was after all still a princess.
Years passed and Ella grew into an inquisitive, pensive, beautiful child despite her atrocious living conditions.
Nanny chided her for being to close to the frosty window, but it was the only way she could diminish the fire upon her cheeks.
Her father had come for a rare visit. He did not stay long but he had brought her a tiny portion of sweet pudding left over from the previous nights feast. He asked her about her studies and other mundane things. As he was about to take his leave, Ella took a deep breath for courage and called out, “Daddy, I love you!! Why can’t I live with you and your new family and get to know my brothers and sister??
The King being halfway down the stairs by this time abruptly turned nearly colliding with Ella who had been running after him. In a fury he grabbed a fist full of her long, dark hair and drug her back up the stairs to her cold, gray, damp room and once there slapped her viciously across both cheeks. “You may be of royal blood” he thundered, “but you are no child of mine. My firstborn is a son. With my wife, the Queen. Don’t you dare ever bring this up to myself or anyone else in your pitiful lifetime, or I will have you burned at the stake. This gloomy, sad place is the only place that YOU belong. You have no home. You have no family. When you are too old for a nanny, you will live here alone and when death comes knocking at your door ready to claim you for your eternal rest, you will die alone. I suggest that you make friends with the shadows and ghosts that wander these cavernous halls, because they will forever be the only friends, family or company that you will know.”
As he rode away Ella watched him from the frosty window and a single tear slid silently down her cheek. Turning to ice before it hit the sill.
I nominate Liz at https://underthisskinblog.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/a-little-peace/ and lilyevechristie athttps://whitelillyweb.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/the-ungrateful-people/. So pick an image and tell a story, ladies. Good luck my sweet friends♥️