aurora_lamour (aurora_lamour) wrote in ecrite_lamour,

Elizabeth's Story

What happens when two generations of girls growing into women decide they have had enough of being used and learn to fight back . . . with magic.

Elizabeth Hadon ran into her bedroom and slammed the door. She threw herself down on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. Her held-in tears soon escaped and soaked the cotton of her pillow. She sobbed so hard that her head began to ache. When her tears finally abated, she slowly turned over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "I have always just been a pretty and useful cow," she said to herself. "The only reason I am better than a cow is that I can wash dishes. No, I take that back; I have one other advantage. It is much easier to take a girl to bed than a cow!"

Elizabeth sighed and willed herself to calm down. She did not like the decisions being made about her life, but she was not the confused and helpless eight-year-old girl that she was when these deals were made. Immature temper tantrums would just make the situation worse. She tried to think logically; maybe she could find a loophole in the negotiations. She remembered . . .


"Elizabeth! Come down here, girl!" Petre Hadon called to his daughter. He smiled nervously at his visitors. This was, after all, the richest family in town. He was ashamed of his filthy house and he was afraid that the Barton men would not find his offering any more inviting than his home.

"She will be right down. I hope you find her appealing," Petre said, trying to sound more confident in his daughter than he felt.

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