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Several people had offered to help her get her things from her father’s house, Kit and several of his servants included. But she wanted this time alone, alone in a house where her step mother and step sisters no longer lived. A part of her wondered where they had gone, if they were still in the same kingdom or if they had gone far away. Kit told her she was allowed to bring anything she wanted to the palace since she would be living there, but that she didn’t have to give away her family home. She wasn’t sure what she would do with it yet, but she knew she wanted to keep it. Perhaps she and Kit could live there when they grew old, though she didn’t know yet.
She had walked alone around the house for a long time, just taking it all in. There were no screams coming from her step sister’s about how she needed to fix their dresses and cook their meals, no orders coming from her step mother about cleaning the house and feeding her cat. The house was the most quiet it had been in years, perhaps ever. Though, even with her step mother and the girls gone, it still didn’t feel like home. Not just because her parents weren’t there, but because most things had been changed about the house. Her step mother had taken it upon herself to redecorate not long after the marriage and hardly anything looked the same anymore.
After she had walked the house at least twice she headed up to the attic that had become her room, feeling the familiar chill. It almost calmed her now, since she knew she would never have to sleep up here again. She got down on her knees as she removed the floor board where she hid a box of special things she never wanted her step family to find, and was about to reach in to pull it out when she heard the front door open downstairs. She raised her head and looked at the open door behind her. “Kit?” she called.
She stood up off her knees and walked down the stairs, peering around and seeing nothing but the open front door. “Kit? Is that you?” she called. She walked over to the open door and looked out, there was no horse other than her own. She began to worry, shutting the door as she looked around what of the house she could see. “Hello?”
She walked into the living room, seeing the back of a woman with hair a similar shade to hers. She didn’t recognize her from the back, so she hadn’t a clue who it was. “Can I help you?”