silverbluebutterfly

     “Franziska von Karma!” I winced as I listened to my name echo through the empty hallways. I wanted nothing more than to ignore my father’s call, but I knew better than that. Fearing the worst, I hurried to his chamber, where I found him pacing and grumbling with my spelling test clenched in his fist.      “What is this?” he growled, pointing to the red grade on my paper.      I remained silent, my face deepening in color. I couldn’t come up with anything to say that would even possibly calm him down.      &