The fresh night air rushes at me the moment I am through the doors. I sink onto the grass beneath a tree in the gardens where I am confident I’ll not be seen and lean against its trunk. The moon is full tonight: a brilliant, glowing orb in the endless sky. I have read that the night of the full moon is a night of magic.
It will take something like magic to save me from the Marquis, I expect.
There is a lilac bush growing beside me, and its heady fragrance makes me lightheaded. I plunge my face into the blossoms and inhale deeply, wheeling back with eyes closed in a sudden ecstasy of hope.
“I wish to be free of this,” I whisper as a breeze brushes my cheek with the lightest of kisses. “I wish to be seen for who I am, as a person—not as a decoration. I wish...” I open my eyes and look up at the brilliant moon, shimmering with power and enchantment. Up there, in the vast darkness, it is free. My hands tingle strangely and I am seized by a wave of grim determination. I clench my fingernails into my palms until a sharp pain shoots up my arm.
My voice is low. I have never been more serious. “I wish for a way out.”
Okie-doke. Come back tomorrow, and "find out who is right... and who is dead."* Er, that is, find out who is right, and who is... not. And please, pretty-please go check out the other entries, because they are awe-some-poss-um.
*Author's Note: Please be aware that often the writer has virtually no control over the amount of The Princess Bride in her system. Often quotes will ooze into her life and posts without her approving--or even knowing about--it, and in such cases, it is best simply to let them have their way.