forum And The Winter Came (O/O) CLOSED

Started March 04, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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Ellen lifted up a silent prayer as she lifted her blue and hazel gaze to her father. "Will I be allowed to attend….sir?"

He gave her a disapproving look. "What could you possibly offer that I couldn't?"

The illusion of a happy household, the image of a loving and wonderful father, the lie of a prospering lineage even though your wife cannot produce you any more children, I can offered you a lot!

Ellen simply bowed her head once more. "I believe it wold be better for your image, sir. Especially at the inauguration , displaying your generosity and sympathy towards the unworthy."

"Your my daughter. I believe other grown men would not prefer to babysit." Her father spoke bitterly.

You hardly babysit me, she thought with just as much bitterness. You never have, and you never will.

"Inasmuch as that is true, I still question whether or not my presence with actually be noticed." She said. "Also, if mother is going, why shouldn't I be able to?"

"Who'll clean the house when we're gone?" He crossed his arms.

Biting her lip, Ellen fought for the right words. "If I clean before we leave…. it will not require furthermore cleaning when we have gone." She answered, surety in her voice. She lifted her eyes to him once more.

"Maybe. If you do a well enough job, I may allow you to come with."

((Cinderella much….?))

"Yes, sir!" She instantly straightened her posture, determination in her mismatched eyes. Just by his words, she knew she would have to be a clean and polished as ever. She knew he'd be looking for every single reason to deny her wish.

Oof )

"You have an hour."

Her eyes widened. "A-an hour!?" Ellen felt panic and dread consume her. How was she supposed to clean the entire house in an hour? Perhaps, if she started with the windows and move to the floors, she have time to do the kitchen and get all the bedding down to the basement for washing in time.
She took a step back, her mind racing .

Her father sat. She knew he took entertainment in her panic.

She took off in a dead run, her skirts scrunched in her hands. Hope was a stupid thing sometimes, but it kept her going as she cleaned, even as her bones ached, she did not stop.

Her father watched with a nonchalant expression.