night light

..of course there is nothing behind the curtain. i let it go again, cursing my heart for beating so fast. The fabric runs through my fingers like purple silk. it is exactly the same colour as Father's sword, the fabled saviour of the kingdom. i think Father is rambling nonsense when he stores the sword away at night, but maybe Minos believes....

no. i cant. this is a terrible terrible idea. i would be betraying my father to appease another man. but it was This man...

other girls have risked it all for love. i remember my tutor's book of mythology, hauled down from the dusty shelf once i week when i was young. i would sit in awe as i heard stories of impossible love, daring great deities and beautiful maidens. Echo, Megara, Penelope... i dont believe in them any more but the morals are still clear. these brave young women, girls even, gave up everything for love.

why should i be so lame and lanky and helpless? i shall take matters into my own hands...

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