Post by Guest the Hopeful on May 16, 2011 18:51:22 GMT -8
"And what, exactly, is this supposed to be?" The Princess's voice came out in loud, harsh tones that promised only to get more aggitated.
The servant stood before her, trembling hard. It was just a young girl after all, perhaps eleven years old. "I-I-I Um... You wanted- I thought--I-"
"Well?" Alcyone didn't ever try to contain her annoyance. "Spit it out if you're going to say something!"
"I'm-I'm s-s-sorry?" The girl seemed to be trying to become even smaller by hunching her shoulders and stepping backwards.
"You're sorry? You give me this slop to eat and these rags to wear and you think you're sorry? Is this how you treat royalty in Regina?" The Princess glared at her. "No wonder you're losing the war! You're all idiots!"
The child was atually starting to cry. "I could go get other foods and-"
"You think? Go! Get another dress while you're at it! And be thankful I don't order you killed for your incompetance!" The girl had taken off running almost as soon as the word 'go had left Alcyone's lips, but she shouted the rest after the child all the same. Sighing, the eighteen year old flopped down on what suffaced for a couch in this country, careful not to muss her long brown hair.
It was not a good day.
She'd woken up form dreams of Talitha on the stake, burning. Eight years ago. Eight years, and she still couldn't forget the screams- at least until the smoke had choked them out. Talitha's laugh had faded. Her smile was a vauge memory. She had trouble some days with the things that they once loved to talk about. Her face was hard- green eyes, she had green eyes and black hair and cinnomin freckles and-- Why could Alcyone not recall all of that, but she heard the screams still, perfectly, as if they had just died?
And the stupid little girl had lit a fire. In her rooms. On that day. "Good morning, Princess-- Oh, I'm sorry! Are you crying?"
The brat deserved everything she got.
Well, maybe not everything. The slave was surely sobbing to her mother now. But at least she had a mother. Talitha didn't have anyone. Ever. And Alcyone had been crying, too. It was fair. It was all fair.
No one deserved happiness today.
A timid knock sounded at her door.
Aclyone sighed and stood up. You should have stayed with your mother, little girl. "Well? What now? Do you have some more useless triffles to insult me with? Where you born an idiot, did it happen later?"
The servant stood before her, trembling hard. It was just a young girl after all, perhaps eleven years old. "I-I-I Um... You wanted- I thought--I-"
"Well?" Alcyone didn't ever try to contain her annoyance. "Spit it out if you're going to say something!"
"I'm-I'm s-s-sorry?" The girl seemed to be trying to become even smaller by hunching her shoulders and stepping backwards.
"You're sorry? You give me this slop to eat and these rags to wear and you think you're sorry? Is this how you treat royalty in Regina?" The Princess glared at her. "No wonder you're losing the war! You're all idiots!"
The child was atually starting to cry. "I could go get other foods and-"
"You think? Go! Get another dress while you're at it! And be thankful I don't order you killed for your incompetance!" The girl had taken off running almost as soon as the word 'go had left Alcyone's lips, but she shouted the rest after the child all the same. Sighing, the eighteen year old flopped down on what suffaced for a couch in this country, careful not to muss her long brown hair.
It was not a good day.
She'd woken up form dreams of Talitha on the stake, burning. Eight years ago. Eight years, and she still couldn't forget the screams- at least until the smoke had choked them out. Talitha's laugh had faded. Her smile was a vauge memory. She had trouble some days with the things that they once loved to talk about. Her face was hard- green eyes, she had green eyes and black hair and cinnomin freckles and-- Why could Alcyone not recall all of that, but she heard the screams still, perfectly, as if they had just died?
And the stupid little girl had lit a fire. In her rooms. On that day. "Good morning, Princess-- Oh, I'm sorry! Are you crying?"
The brat deserved everything she got.
Well, maybe not everything. The slave was surely sobbing to her mother now. But at least she had a mother. Talitha didn't have anyone. Ever. And Alcyone had been crying, too. It was fair. It was all fair.
No one deserved happiness today.
A timid knock sounded at her door.
Aclyone sighed and stood up. You should have stayed with your mother, little girl. "Well? What now? Do you have some more useless triffles to insult me with? Where you born an idiot, did it happen later?"
