Once Upon a Twisted Time
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I'm offering another tease from my retelling of Swan Lake. I hope you enjoy it.
Vladimir blinked, the sky outside the window purple with the coming dawn. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered why he’d woken so early. It took a moment to recognize the bed. Definitely not his own, but a woman’s
“Anna!” He bolted to sitting. Memories of the night before rushed back. They’d fallen asleep entwined, but she wasn’t curled up beside him.
He found her pulling on her stockings. “What are you doing?”
“What I must.” She shook out her skirt, gold fabric shimmering in even the faint light.
“And what is that?” He rose slowly and crossed to her, wrapping her in his arms.
To his surprise, she pushed him away. “I can’t stay.”
“Of course, you can. You can stay and marry me. Unless…” His heart sank. “You don’t want to after last night.” He couldn’t delude himself into thinking his bedroom prowess would win him any prizes, but surely it hadn’t been so bad as that.
Turning away, she hung her head. “No, it’s not that. I told you, and my parents. I’m cursed. We can’t be together, not like that.”
A moment of anger claimed him. “You’ve been betrothed to me. Our parents came to an arrangement.” He regretted the words instantly “I mean, I don’t want you to go.”
“You’re right, and I hate to break my word. If there were any other way.”
He circled her, but she continued to turn away from him. “Anna? Can’t you look at me?”
She shook her head and sniffled. “No. I can’t.” With shoulders squared, back too straight, she stepped into her slippers and marched to the window. He hurried to her side.
Back to him, she’d swung her legs out. They shimmered beneath the gold skirt of her masquerade gown. Her sad eyes turned to him at last. “I’m sorry, Vlad. I love you. I’ll always love you.”. In the next breath, she dropped from sight.
“Anna!” he called, sticking his head out the window. She should have landed in among the peonies, but she wasn’t on the ground or in the distance. Where had she gone?
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