The Little Princess Chapter 6
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fatandnerdy30Her nightmare had become even worse. Not only had she been plucked up from the bed against her will, but now Hannah was in the pocket of an angry giant. She panted in fear, trapped in the dark, hot world, the cloth around her muffling the world around her. With each step he took she bumped against his thigh and cringed every time.
What was he going to do with her? He didn't seem to believe she was his daughter. Would he kill her? No, he'd told Susan before to return her to her family. He was very angry, though, but it seemed it was directed toward Susan for bringing her. Was he going to send her back? She didn't want to go back to her old life. As scary as it was, she was still out of the foster home. And her mind was put at ease knowing Susan really was her aunt. She had found her family, after three years and was loathe to give that up.
Being trapped in a pocket, though, was a bit of a problem. If her life got any stranger, she was going to convince herself that this was some weird dream, no matter what it took. Or maybe she actually did die in that car with Susan. She let out a strangled laugh. What was the irony of her losing her mother in a car crash, and she herself probably died in a car, too?
Suddenly the fabric around her tightened and she stiffened, her limbs shaking as she was moved around before everything stilled. It was quiet, which she hated as she sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut before her world started rumbling, hearing man's breathing in the quiet fabric world. 'Mom,' she thought, tears running down her face. 'I'm scared. Help me, please.'
When she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. She was still in the dark. Hannah pulled her legs up to her chest and began to sob into them. At this moment she wanted to be with Susan again. At least then she was out in the open with her.
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Remondin climbed into the carriage and sighed as he sat. The farther he got from his sister's home, his anger started wearing off. When he relaxed, though, he felt movement from his pocket and heard something like a muffled sob coming from the girl trapped there. Remondin knew he should pull her out, but he wouldn't face her after what he did, at least not yet. She was probably terrified for her life, especially after seeing him rant at Susan as he did.
Had Michelle had been pregnant with their child when he left her? Had he left her to raise the girl on her own? If it was true, it wouldn't surprise him if Michelle were angry with him in the beyond. He took a deep breath and stiffened when he felt the girl press into his thigh. He could have at least found a better spot for her, but he wasn't thinking rationally when he'd grabbed her. And, the girl was protected from prying eyes until he was ready to reveal her.
One question kept edging at him, though. If they did share the same blood, then why was she so small? It was obvious she was human-sized, but shouldn't she have changed in the portal if not a few hours afterward. Remondin didn't know how long she'd been in his world. Maybe the change would come later. He didn't know how anything would affect a human, especially half since there hadn't been any, in well....ever. She was the first from what he knew of. He would have to look in the archives to see what he could find.
Remondin pressed his palm against the slight bulge she made and he felt her stiffen, giving a sobbing gasp. "Dammit," he whispered taking his hand away. Would he be able to fix this? Now that Michelle was gone was he going to have to be her parent now? Was he ready? Did he know how to be a father? He'd never even thought of having children, at least not yet. Remondin was hoping to have Michelle with him when they adopted their heir. He never thought they would be able to have a child. But, he would fix this the best he could.
For the rest of the ride he was silent, each tiny sob he heard ripping at his heart, but he had to ignore them. It was too dangerous to pull her out in the event she started screaming again. He couldn't have someone come running, or his driver coming to see what the problem was. They had to get back to the palace as quickly as possible where he would be behind closed doors and have time alone with her. It then came to him he didn't even know the girl's name. He would ask her when she calmed. For now, he would try and enjoy the ride and think.
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After some time the bumps and rumbling stopped and Hannah lifted her head from her knees. What was happening? The sudden movement loosened the fabric around her, causing her to fall with a small yell, gasping when she hit the bottom of the man's pocket. Again she was bumped against his thigh with each step he took, but it seemed quicker this time, bumpier. She gripped the fabric tightly with two hands to keep from being tossed around, afraid she was going to throw up. Her world, which had been so silent was suddenly filled with the noise of voices and movement of people. Hannah curled into a ball to become even tinier, afraid of those voices she heard because that meant more giants.
Pressure came from nowhere as the man pressed his hand against her again as he did before as if to offer comfort. But what comfort was there in this strange new world where she found out her father is a giant? The father...the man she'd always wanted to meet. At that thought, her shivering lessened a bit. This man was her only protection and that calmed and terrified her at the same time.
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Remondin was aware of the staff around him, but he didn't have time to greet them as he normally would. And they sensed he was in a bit of a mood from the way they scurried out of his way, pausing their work just to bow. He hated being that way since he normally had a familial feel with his staff. But possibly his true family lay under his hand, protected in his pocket.
He felt her move and that made him walk quicker, pressing his hand a little tighter around her. He imagined this wasn't the best position for her with his erratic movements. Remondin made his way toward the stairs and slowed a moment, thinking the best way to tackle them. There was no easy way, and with no way to warn or apologize to her, he simply hurried up, making sure to keep a tight grip on her so she wouldn't be bounced around too much.
Finally, he made it to his room and all but slammed the doors shut, locking them behind him. He took a moment to catch his breath, leaning against the doors. The girl moved again as if to signal she wanted to be brought out. Remondin had to do it sooner or later. So, taking another deep breath, he reached into his pocket.
What was he going to do with her? He didn't seem to believe she was his daughter. Would he kill her? No, he'd told Susan before to return her to her family. He was very angry, though, but it seemed it was directed toward Susan for bringing her. Was he going to send her back? She didn't want to go back to her old life. As scary as it was, she was still out of the foster home. And her mind was put at ease knowing Susan really was her aunt. She had found her family, after three years and was loathe to give that up.
Being trapped in a pocket, though, was a bit of a problem. If her life got any stranger, she was going to convince herself that this was some weird dream, no matter what it took. Or maybe she actually did die in that car with Susan. She let out a strangled laugh. What was the irony of her losing her mother in a car crash, and she herself probably died in a car, too?
Suddenly the fabric around her tightened and she stiffened, her limbs shaking as she was moved around before everything stilled. It was quiet, which she hated as she sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut before her world started rumbling, hearing man's breathing in the quiet fabric world. 'Mom,' she thought, tears running down her face. 'I'm scared. Help me, please.'
When she opened her eyes, nothing had changed. She was still in the dark. Hannah pulled her legs up to her chest and began to sob into them. At this moment she wanted to be with Susan again. At least then she was out in the open with her.
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Remondin climbed into the carriage and sighed as he sat. The farther he got from his sister's home, his anger started wearing off. When he relaxed, though, he felt movement from his pocket and heard something like a muffled sob coming from the girl trapped there. Remondin knew he should pull her out, but he wouldn't face her after what he did, at least not yet. She was probably terrified for her life, especially after seeing him rant at Susan as he did.
Had Michelle had been pregnant with their child when he left her? Had he left her to raise the girl on her own? If it was true, it wouldn't surprise him if Michelle were angry with him in the beyond. He took a deep breath and stiffened when he felt the girl press into his thigh. He could have at least found a better spot for her, but he wasn't thinking rationally when he'd grabbed her. And, the girl was protected from prying eyes until he was ready to reveal her.
One question kept edging at him, though. If they did share the same blood, then why was she so small? It was obvious she was human-sized, but shouldn't she have changed in the portal if not a few hours afterward. Remondin didn't know how long she'd been in his world. Maybe the change would come later. He didn't know how anything would affect a human, especially half since there hadn't been any, in well....ever. She was the first from what he knew of. He would have to look in the archives to see what he could find.
Remondin pressed his palm against the slight bulge she made and he felt her stiffen, giving a sobbing gasp. "Dammit," he whispered taking his hand away. Would he be able to fix this? Now that Michelle was gone was he going to have to be her parent now? Was he ready? Did he know how to be a father? He'd never even thought of having children, at least not yet. Remondin was hoping to have Michelle with him when they adopted their heir. He never thought they would be able to have a child. But, he would fix this the best he could.
For the rest of the ride he was silent, each tiny sob he heard ripping at his heart, but he had to ignore them. It was too dangerous to pull her out in the event she started screaming again. He couldn't have someone come running, or his driver coming to see what the problem was. They had to get back to the palace as quickly as possible where he would be behind closed doors and have time alone with her. It then came to him he didn't even know the girl's name. He would ask her when she calmed. For now, he would try and enjoy the ride and think.
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After some time the bumps and rumbling stopped and Hannah lifted her head from her knees. What was happening? The sudden movement loosened the fabric around her, causing her to fall with a small yell, gasping when she hit the bottom of the man's pocket. Again she was bumped against his thigh with each step he took, but it seemed quicker this time, bumpier. She gripped the fabric tightly with two hands to keep from being tossed around, afraid she was going to throw up. Her world, which had been so silent was suddenly filled with the noise of voices and movement of people. Hannah curled into a ball to become even tinier, afraid of those voices she heard because that meant more giants.
Pressure came from nowhere as the man pressed his hand against her again as he did before as if to offer comfort. But what comfort was there in this strange new world where she found out her father is a giant? The father...the man she'd always wanted to meet. At that thought, her shivering lessened a bit. This man was her only protection and that calmed and terrified her at the same time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Remondin was aware of the staff around him, but he didn't have time to greet them as he normally would. And they sensed he was in a bit of a mood from the way they scurried out of his way, pausing their work just to bow. He hated being that way since he normally had a familial feel with his staff. But possibly his true family lay under his hand, protected in his pocket.
He felt her move and that made him walk quicker, pressing his hand a little tighter around her. He imagined this wasn't the best position for her with his erratic movements. Remondin made his way toward the stairs and slowed a moment, thinking the best way to tackle them. There was no easy way, and with no way to warn or apologize to her, he simply hurried up, making sure to keep a tight grip on her so she wouldn't be bounced around too much.
Finally, he made it to his room and all but slammed the doors shut, locking them behind him. He took a moment to catch his breath, leaning against the doors. The girl moved again as if to signal she wanted to be brought out. Remondin had to do it sooner or later. So, taking another deep breath, he reached into his pocket.
