The Piano Girl - Part One (Counterfeit Princess Series) by Murray Sherri Schoenborn

Author:Murray, Sherri Schoenborn [Murray, Sherri Schoenborn]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Christian Romances
Published: 2015-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

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After we left Dixie’s, we spent a long day on horseback. We set up camp near a small stream. I found kindling and started a fire, while Felix skinned a rabbit for our supper.

“If we are separated, there are tricks in the forest,” he said.

“In the Forest Maze?” On several occasions, he’d mentioned the odd maze.

“Yes, the fir trees, not the cedars, are the secret. When in doubt, look up. Fir trees are not as lacy or as pretty. When I’ve been near the end of the forest, there have always been talking ferns. There are little people in the ferns who try to confuse you.” A smile stretched across his broad features. “They think it’s funny to see big people lost in the woods.”

Please, Lord, keep Felix safe.

“If you stay too long in the forest, there are red berries under the shiny plants. They taste like licorice, but you can’t eat too many.” He placed the skewer of meat over the fire.

Please, Lord, I don’t want to go through this alone.

“If for some reason Father doesn’t make the wedding on time, Felix, I want you to walk me down the aisle.”

“Your father would not miss your wedding for the world.” He molded the sourdough onto a stick.

Though it was not a lie, I found Felix’s last statement comparable to his sentiments of better queen. His own take on the subject.

“Felix, though you’ve been like a father to me, you are not like my father.” Sadly, I inhaled the truth. “My father shipped me off without even a good-bye.” One salty tear escaped, stinging my pox on its way down. “A father like that could very well miss his own daughter’s wedding, Felix.”

“He has every intention of making your wedding. Never question your father’s love.”

I’d spent my childhood questioning my father’s love. How he could be away from us for years at a time? One year I’d asked Mother, Why couldn’t he just stop the war for Christmas and be home with us? Wasn’t he the one in charge?

Mother often said that I asked for too much. Perhaps it was a royal trait.

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