Isabel looked William in his ruby red eyes and said, “Something happened last night that I don’t understand. I dreamed I left this cell last night and visited my father in his sleep. I entered his dream. He saw me and it bothered him.”
“Then he got so worked up in his dream that he woke up. He was talking to himself and saying hurtful things about me. He looked older too. I don’t understand.” Said Isabel.
Just then the dragon shifted his shape into the young man he once was so long ago. His eyes were no longer red. They were as blue and light as the surf on the sea outside of the castle.
William placed his hands inside the bars. “I have some bad news and some good news to tell you. You did leave your cell last night. Remember the quill and the book of blank paper? Together they are magic. They are like a magic carpet that can take you anywhere. Anything you long for will happen for you if you believe.”
“The not so good thing is that your father, the king, looks older because in your dream you are older. You are 17 years old. You and your father have aged seven years”
“Unfortunately, las, that means you will live down here in the dungeon for a long time to come. But be of good spirits, you may leave here any time you want to as long as you are asleep. There will come a time when you can will yourself to leave while you are awake.”
“There is something else. I can come with you if you like. I can go in my dragon form and we can fly the world over. Wouldn’t you love to see the world from an areal view. It is most stunning. I can also change into my true self because the curse that was out on me was misspoken and it turned me into a shape shifter.”
Isabel took a few minutes to take all the information in. She was of a fractured mind. On the one hand she was elated that she could leave her prison during the night when she slept. She was also happy that she had her journal and magic quill to write the essence of her present condition she found herself in. Her writing would occupy many hours of loneliness.
On the other hand she was devastated that she would not be released from her prison until she was 17 years old or maybe never. It all depended on how her father felt after 5 years. If he could boil people in oil, he could keep her there for life, she thought. She fought back the tears that stung her eyes. She would make the most of the time she had to serve for being brought into the world at her mother’s expense.
She picked up her quill and began to write:
My dearest father, my king,
I’m so sorry that my existence causes you such terrible pain. If only you would visit me and bring me one of your daggers you display in your glass case mounted in your warrior room. I could put an end to my suffering and yours. You would no longer have to think of me and I would no longer have to live this existence you have put me in.
I love you, father. You are all I have save for the governesses you employed to educate me in reading, writing and ciphering, as well as Henrietta who was in your employ to teach me how to be a lady and a princess. My governesses became my family as you drew farther away from me. I could see the contempt in your eyes because my existence tore my precious mother – whom I never got to know – away from you. I am so sorry father that I was not aborted as you wished. If my mother had just allowed the doctor to do the procedure to get rid of me, your precious Gwendolyn would still be there with you now.
I hold no anger towards you, father. I love you and wish you would envelop me in your arms, but I know it’s just a child’s wishful thoughts which have no power to change your hardened heart. If it pleases you, father, I will put an end to your grief and leave my existence as it is now. Just bring the knife or bring me some poison to drink. I will gladly do that for you.
I wish you long life and good health, dearest father.
Your -I don’t know what I am to you so I cannot say daughter – I think unwanted is the right word.
To be continued