...Away
"Away," you say triumphantly, wriggling free of her grasp.
She reaches out again but you are ready. Pulling the wooden comb from
your updo, you throw it so that her extending arm is now pinned to the
wall. Without looking back at her screeching form you step to the
prince, kiss him hard on the lips, then get out of that place as fast
as you can. As the sunlight hits your face you ponder what to do
next.
