Enchanted (The Woodcutter Sisters)
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It isn’t easy being the rather overlooked and unhappy youngest sibling to sisters named for the other six days of the week. Sunday’s only comfort is writing stories, although what she writes has a terrible tendency to come true.
When Sunday meets an enchanted frog who asks about her stories, the two become friends. Soon that friendship deepens into something magical. One night Sunday kisses her frog goodbye and leaves, not realizing that her love has transformed him back into Rumbold, the crown prince of Arilland—and a man Sunday’s family despises.
The prince returns to his castle, intent on making Sunday fall in love with him as the man he is, not the frog he was. But Sunday is not so easy to woo. How can she feel such a strange, strong attraction for this prince she barely knows? And what twisted secrets lie hidden in his past—and hers?
In her misery, Sunday had completely forgotten about Grumble. The frog sat patiently beside a perfectly round, slime-covered rock. Trix left his sister to sit beside Grumble. “Whatcha got there?” He picked up the spherical stone. “Something to save your sister’s life,” he said. “That life’s become uncommonly important to me over the last few days.” Sunday shook her head. It was a sweet gesture. To Grumble, the ball must have looked like a precious gem or a fairy trinket or— “Gold!” cried Trix.
just as when she had pricked it for Trix on the spinning wheel. She should perform some magic... but what could be created from such madness? There was only one thing she wished for. She drew a small circle on the cobblestones in blood and breathlessly mouthed, “Quiet.” The pain in her head died almost instantly. The blows stopped, and she fought to stand. She stumbled drunkenly through the mob, pushing against strangers, propelling herself closer to the castle wall. She forced her eyelids to
daughter, “would you have welcomed the love of a man you thought your father despised?” “Yes.” There was no hesitation in Saturday’s answer. “Sunday is not you,” said Friday. “No, my warrior girl,” said Woodcutter. “She does not wield an ax quite so well.” The siblings chuckled at their father’s ribbing, Saturday included. Rumbold envied Woodcutter his ability to sway the emotions of a room so well. But there was one person he could still not control. “A year,” Seven Woodcutter said to her
and pile of white skirts who had no business muddying herself in the red clay and muck of the training grounds. Monday. Of course. Saturday’s estranged eldest sister had visited the palace in Arilland for the series of balls held by the royal family and then stayed to witness the marriage of their youngest sister, Sunday, to Prince Rumbold. But instead of returning to some faraway castle in some faraway land the moment the bouquet was thrown, Monday had chosen to stay in residence with Sunday.
and her parents currently lived had been given to Monday by her royal in-laws as a bride gift. “What help was beauty the day my twin sister danced herself to death? It snared me a prince who never loved me and then cast me aside for another woman, a witch who killed my daughter.” “What?” Saturday’s grip on her sword’s hilt tingled. Monday had said it all so casually, as if it had happened to someone else. Saturday hated all their horrid family secrets. She felt bad that she was not closer to