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Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through briar,Over park, over pale,Through flood, through fire……Annette ran like fuck.Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes. Briars had torn her gown and fires had singed it. Drenched by floods the cobwebbed fabric clung to her slender frame. She was scratched and scorched and foot-sore, yet the pursuit would not relent. Each tumble to the forest floor stained her costume further (after all Miss Ramsey’s work!), each clamber to her feet rendered her more weary.Despairing that she could outrun them, she flung her lissom self over a verge with all the elfin spryness she could muster. Limbs flailing, she spilled down Ataşehir Escort the bank of spongy moss and tangling ivy strands, coming to panting rest in a pond’s murky shallows.Retreat into shadow was her aim, but the endpoint of her sprawling descent provided scant cover. As Annette peered upwards over her shoulder, the mess to which the chase had reduced her was illuminated harshly–by the moon, but not that prying orb alone.“What, jealous nymph!” The voice was rich and velvet, soaked in scorn, yet causing the delta between the fairy’s thighs to liquify. She could but stare, captivated, as proud Titania strode to the hollow’s lip and towered there, flanked by a coterie of chittering woodland sprites. Ataşehir Escort Bayan The Queen was draped in a translucent gauze spun with gold thread. Her hair, crowned with wildflowers, flowed over her shoulders in a rose-gold cascade. She looked majestic (small wonder Ms Jenkins had cast Godiva Chaplin in the role), her face sneering amusement at the fairy’s crumpled fate.Ill met by moonlight… Annette thought. No shit!“Think’st thou could escape me, little thief?” The Queen’s sylvan minions thrilled to her regal tone. “Plann’st thou to usurp my fairy throne?”God, she’s hot. She’s so damn Shakespearian! Annette marvelled in her mud-slimed plight, yet not one word of retort could she croak.“Speak!” Escort Ataşehir Titania demanded, her queenly visage darkening. “Answer me, slatternly imp!”“It was only the final night,” Annette managed.“What… Dar’st thou to defend thy treachery?” Titania’s wrath grew like massing thunderclouds.“You had flu. Ms Jenkins said you were too poorly to…”“Too sick you say, to rule these ferny glades?“To spar and flirt with my beloved Oberon?“To ride the donkey-man within my bower?”She’s improvising pentameters! Annette thought, crushing fiercely, despite her terror. And such amazing delivery!“Think’st thou I’d yield my power to such as thee?” the Queen pursued. “Thou brat, thou gnome, thou sluttish… understudy!”“You’d lost your voice,” Annette ventured, scarcely finding hers. “And I’d learnt all the…”“Silence!” Titania achieved full thunderclap (no frantic Lemsip-drinking required), and her fairy troop cowered, giggling. “Peaseblossom was thy name, and thus it stays.“Yet…” She paused, milking the moment’s drama. “…I have other plans for thee, my love.”
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