The Bewitched Soul 7 Get In My Princess..

Today was a special day. She had plans for today. Since ten years, Margaret visited a place which holds a special spot in her heart. It had become a tradition for her now.

Feeling happy yet empty from inside, she went to have a bath. Standing under the cold shower, she glanced at the dazzling pendant. It looked like a sparkling light in water. She held it close to her heart.

Wiping her wet damped skin, she moved out of the bathroom. She gently dried her long platinum blonde hair. She wore a simple sky blue color gown with a big bow that hugged her slim waist.

As she descended down the stairs, Caroline glared at the natural beauty who effortlessly looked beautiful without makeup. Her dark black eyelashes gave a subtle look of kohl, the perfect pair of eyes glistened as if they were dipped in water. The gown perfectly hugged her natural curves. She looked like a painting coming in life as it walked slowly towards her.

"Good morning sister Caroline.", Margaret wished her.

Returning to her senses, Caroline looked at the beauty standing in front of her and wished "Happy birthday Margaret.", her face showed no signs of happiness or gentleness.

"Thank you. You remembered my birthday?", Margaret was shocked.

"No, not at all. Father told me of course", smirked Caroline.

Being used to such treatment for so long, in fact for years, Margaret showed no signs of sadness. She knew that she held no importance for the stepmother and stepsister except for her father.

Without breaking her smile, "Thank you again, Sister Caroline, this means a lot to me", she thanked Caroline.

Before Caroline could speak, "Are you ready my birthday girl?", Corbette spoke as he walked towards the young girls.

"Good morning father. Yes, I'm ready!", Margaret smiled.

"Good morning father", Caroline wished.

"Good morning young ladies! Come on Margaret, we better be heading early today.", he spoke as he smiled looking at how beautiful and adorable Margaret looked.

"Okay.", smiled Margaret.

Moving out of the villa, Margaret saw a palace's carriage parked in front of the gate. Looking at it, she got confused. She pushed aside her confused thoughts aside and started walking along with her face, trying to keep up his pace.

"You need to exercise my little girl. See you've grown so clumsy! you cannot even walk along with me...", Corbette commented.

"Father, you aren't walking! You're to about to jog..", complained Margaret.

"Is it? Catch me if you can.", he started jogging as he spoke.

Seeing the sudden change in pace, Margaret started jogging along with him.

"That's not fair, father! I'm wearing a gown... I - I might trip down!", she spoke as she started gasping heavily for air.

Seeing her adorable face which had a shade of light red. He stopped in front of the palace's carriage.

"Get in!", he exclaimed as he waved his face towards the carriage, indicating her to speed up.

As she stopped in front of the carriage, she was surprised to see how beautiful the carriage was. The golden carriage was covered with floral designs with gems sticking on it.

The carriage man was in a white coat, holding the robes that were tied to two white horses.

'Am I suppose to get in? '

'Is it allowed to get in?'

'It's a palace's carriage... No, I cannot'

All these thoughts ran in her mind as her face reflected what her mind thought.

Guessing at her expressions, Corbette pinched her cheeks.

Returning to her right mind, she looked at him adorably.

"The special girl needs special treatment on her special day! Get in my Princess..", he spoke.

Smiling gently, Margaret got into the carriage.

She was awestruck.

The interior of the carriage was simply mind-blowing!

Sitting opposite her father, Margaret gazed at the entire carriage. She noticed very minute carvings on the interior walls of the carriage. Looking outside, she saw the trees sprinting under the cloudy sky. The sun rays peeped through the clouds. The scene looked serene. It looked like a living painting framed with the golden walls of the carriage.

Wanting to feel the breeze outside, she pushed the handle of the gla.s.s window. With one swipe, the breeze blew all over her face. Her hair pushed backward, her eyelashes fluttered with the stroke of the breeze. Gooseb.u.mps ran all across her body.

Seeing her, Corbette's lips curled up into a mild smile.

After one hour, they reached their destination.

Stepping out of the carriage, Margaret saw the dry leaves swirling along with the flow of the wind. The big cherry blossom trees set free the flowers. It symbolized the fragility and the beauty of life. It reminded her that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but is also tragically short.

She stood there for a while, her eyes appreciating the beauty of the tree. A mild breeze accompanied by the freed flowers landed on her head. The beauty looked angelic.

Opening her eyes, she took a step forward. Corbette looked at her as he stood near the carriage, not wanting to disturb her.

She took more steps forward and turned to her left to see a name engraved on a rock.

'Emilia Whitmore'

She went near it, bent down on her knees and started cleaning the small patch of the large cemetery with her delicate hands. On removing the dried leaves, she placed a bouquet of white lilies. The place smelled like a funeral home.

"Good morning Momma..", she smiled as she touched the letters of her mother's name. Tears raced down her white delicate cheeks. She pursed her lips as she smiled, not wanting to cry. Tears slid through her pursed cherry lips. Her lips drank her tears. Taking a deep breath, she wiped the tears and smiled.

Sliding her fingers over the name, something struck her mind. Looking around her, she saw the other rocks. She realized her mother's tombstone had no birth-year and death-year engraved on it.

Feeling slightly uneasy, she looked all over but found nothing.

She found a partial answer to her previous flooded questions.

She stood up, dusted her gown and started murmuring something. Corbette noticed this and sighed.

'She has suffered a lot', he thought.

Finally, after a few minutes, she turned around and started walking towards her father.

Upon reaching, Corbette lightly patted her shoulders and hugged her.

Stroking her back, they stood there for a while.

Margaret pulled herself from the hug and stared at her father with soggy eyes.

Seeing her in such a helpless state, he kissed her forehead, "Let's go..", he smiled gently.

"Never leave me father... Okay?", she whispered, enough for both to hear.

He smiled.

"Yes, my daughter."