Elizabeth had always been considered a gifted child. In the eyes of most she was talented in more ways than one. She could sing, she could write. She could act. Seriously, people had no idea how effortless it came to her to force a smile and how perfectly she could fake happiness. It was kind of her thing.
She huffed a breath, a deep sigh leaving her as she traversed the halls of home. It wasn’t a big house, mind you, it was just enough. Big enough for her to aimlessly stalk through it while people slept, in thought. People meaning her mother of course.
How it had happened she couldn’t honestly tell anyone. She knew that one second she’d been tracing a picture on the wall, and the next second it was like it opened up. Literally, the wall had just opened, and she’d fallen through it.
She’d squinted her eyes shut, bracing herself for impact, for death, when the falling sensation had begun. She was losing her mind. It had to be some elaborate dream put in place by her overactive imagination. That seemed to be the only explanation.
She landed with a thud in plush grass beyond the walls of a castle. What the hell had just----? She pushed herself up with a groan, eyes opening to take in her surroundings.
It looked like she’d been sucked right into history.
“Oh my God. What the everlasting hell just happened?”
