Finally, Kelley was taking control of her own life and destiny. After a rather tumultuous display of Princess Power at the farm (if you didn’t read last week’s historical chapter, you’d best hit the Archives and check it out!) Kelley had gathered her most precious and valued possessions and hit the road to Freedom. Literally. Several towns over was a little village called, by the locals who inhabited it and the surrounding area, Freedom.
Freedom was just a tiny village in the whole scheme of things. Just a few public buildings and businesses, including a small general store, a chapel, and of course, a dozen or so public houses. Several of ill-repute. Yes, even in the Dark Ages there was carousing and bad behavior going on. But I digress…
Kelley was headed to Freedom where she intended to take the business plan that she (and Bronson) had created and open the country’s first handmade soap and supplies shop, aka: Soapies. To say that she was excited, well, that was putting it lightly. Her feet barely seemed to skim the ground and should the passersby really been paying attention, they would have noticed that though it appeared the red-haired girl that dreamily walked past them was actually WALKING… she was, in fact, floating. Just a few inches above the rutted road, but floating nonetheless.
Kelley herself would have been surprised to know this. She was too busy daydreaming about her new life (free from the likes of Grismelda and all the grief that dismal piece of womanhood brought) and the prospect of opening Soapies. And the continuing path to a Princess Becoming. With that thought, Kelley began to skip and giggle silently. She was free. Free. Free! Nothing could stop her now! (We all know what happens when such thoughts occur so we’ll pick this up next week when Mr Murphy S. Law comes to visit our plucky Princess…)