Sara paced up and down the hallway, her long skirts rustling along the stone floor. Her father was in the throne room, asking the King for a boon that could change her life. As the daughter of a Count, her main goal in life was to marry and produce children. But Sara had a dream that she hoped would come true.
As a titled lady, she had received many instructions in things a lady and a future wife would need to know. As a child, she received singing lessons. These lessons were the highlight of her day, until ladies singing in court went out of vogue and the lessons stopped in favor of sewing frilly patterns on handkerchiefs.
I would sing when I was alone, but it wasn't the same as being able to raise my voice in court itself. I had several suitors but I couldn't decide on one. My father finally noticed that I was distant and moody, and sat me down to discuss what was going on. I told him about my feelings about singing and how it was the only thing that made my heart light. But I didn't want to break the rules of the court by pushing the issue.
My father was silent for a moment and then told me he would have to do some thinking. I thought that was the end of it. I was very surprised when my father came to me yesterday and said that he was going to have an audience with the King about the singing issue. My heart leaped and I slept very little. Now I was forced to pace outside as I waited to hear what the King's answer was.
The great doors opened and a page beckoned me to him. As I approached, the page said, "The King would like to see you."
My hands trembled as I followed the page back into the throne room. The King and my father were smiling as the talked. My father glanced up and saw me approaching and gestured for me to come to his side.
"Sara, I have good news," my father said, looking down at me, "The King has agreed that singing in court would be a nice change. You can start performed as soon as you become engaged."
I nodded feeling a little mixed about this, but at least I would get what I wanted without breaking any of the rules.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Diane challenged me with "Breaking the boundaries but not the rules" and I challenged The Lime with "Crazy is how you perceive it"