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Ok So I know how to spell rhyme, ok? don’t judge just read. ok? alrighty then and tell me what you think of the story honestly for realz yo. LOVE!

The muscles up her arm strained against the bow. Taunt. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she took careful aim.
Her hazel eyes narrowed at the target all of her concentration focused on the little red circle. A single chocolate colored curl fell from her ribbon tied plait and danced its way across her forehead.
A slow breath leaked from her mouth and she let lose the arrow. And it soared through the air with amazing swiftness and grace.
And then it… missed the target, again.
Ryme had already shot at least ten arrows, and only one had even grazed the target.
As she glared at the target, she heard her old nanny calling for her.
“Ryme! Ryme Elcott, where on God’s green earth are you? You troublesome little girl you had best get here quick.” Nanny Klyne was a weathered old woman, probably from raising Ryme; the girl was stubborn, and always curious, getting her into trouble.
“I’m here nanny Klyne.” Ryme hurried up the steps to the voice of her nanny. Ryme ran up the steps to her nanny, the woman who had cared for her since birth.
“You’re father has company coming and all you can think of is practicing your archery?” Nanny Klyne was red in the face, but she was not as mad as she was exhausted from trying to find the girl.
“I’m sorry Nanny Klyne, I’ll go to the palace right away!” Ryme pulled her skirts up just enough to run to the castle her hair flew behind her as she ran with all of her speed, which admittedly, wasn’t very fast.
As she ran up the steps, tripping more as she got tired, she started to wonder who her father had visiting, probably some pompous guy who will hit on me, and I’ll have to set it up to where he’ll fall down the stairs. And hopefully I won’t accidentally trip the cook again, even if he’s evil.
She ran into the entrance hall and was headed to her fathers study when Toppa stopped her.
“Miss, wait a moment, miss!” Toppa was a sweet girl who worked at the manor during the week to feed her family, her brother and sister worked there too.
“Yes Toppa?” Ryme turned her eyes wide in question, at the moment she looked even more naïve than she did usually.
“Your hair, it’s all over the place… miss” Toppa looked ready to laugh as Ryme’s hair stood up in all directions, the small hairs sticking to her sweaty forehead.
“Oh, would you fix it please?” Her nanny had always told her to use her manners with everyone, and to disobey Nanny Klyne anymore than she already did was not a good idea.
“Of course, miss. I saw the boy in there, he is quiet attractive, and he is your age!” Toppa gossiped all the time, and Ryme loved it so.
“Yes, but they are so cocky when young.”
“You sound like your talking about livestock.” Toppa giggled at her as she finished the braid and handed her a handkerchief.
“Well,” Ryme wiped her face,” What really is the difference?” Both girls laughed as Ryme headed for the door after handing Toppa her Handkerchief.
“Good luck.” Toppa wished, as Ryme held her head high. She gave a little wave before opening the doors and stepping in.
“Hello Father.” Ryme said with a sweet smile.
“Ryme darling, nice of you come.”
“I’m sorry I’m late sir.” Ryme hadn’t even glanced at the guests sitting in the room.
“No problem darling, now, say hello to Monsieur DeVallée and his son Nalo.” Ryme looked at the two men sitting in the high backed chairs her father favored.