It was a late winter evening, the snowy woods casting an ethereal glow as the young girl walked through the snowy ground, she was battling the biting cold, struggling as her gown entangled in the tree roots and low branches, slowing her down in the process.
Every time she tugged it only resulted in more torn fabric, adding to her already pent up frustration.
The sun had long set, the cold intensified, making her contemplate returning back to the castle for warmth, where her maids would most definitely prepare a bath with rose petals and candles for her.
See it was Ella's eighteenth birthday the next day and her rebellious spirit had pushed her to pick the day before as the perfect time to test out her escape plan to the town's festival. Of course she didn't think it would work but when it did she ran for it, which was the reason she was in the wood rather than the broad carriage path right beside it.
