The Hidden Truth
“I swear to god,” I say under my breath ‘If you don’t get out of my room right NOW, and I mean this instant, I’m going to come after you!” I shout to my brother as he keeps being his usually annoying self. He never leaves me alone!
“Whatcha gonna do about it,” Charles says in the most aggravating tone I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Gonna cry like a tiny baby because I won’t leave your room? How sad.” He bursts out laughing.
I am about one second away from throwing everything in my ENTIRE room at his puny little face. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “GET OUT YOU PIG!”
“Fine, Fine, I’ll leave. No need to throw a tantrum about it.” He scoffs as he walks out my door.
Eugh. He just doesn’t know when to stop. It’s like this every single day of my entire existence. He’s always interrupting me when I’m getting ready to go out; it’s like he wants me to look ugly. The maidservants will be fixing my hair, telling me how pretty I am, next thing I hear “You’re ugly!” being shouted from the hallway. I don’t even have to guess who would dare to utter such words. But besides that… I guess he can be nice. Like the other day, instead of provoking me while getting ready, he decided to in front of our parents. How nice of him.
Whatever. I need to stop thinking about his bothersome appearance today, it’s only distracting me. I have much better things to be thinking of. I need to visit the tailor today for a fitting for my ball dress. I also have to stop by the bakery to pick up the pastries that my mother wanted. Oh, and I almost forgot—Charles has a surprise for me today! He said that we could go out together after his doctor’s visit. I can’t wait!
When I sit down at my vanity to get all dolled up by my maid, Silvie, she asks, “Hair up or down today, my lady?”
“I haven’t worn my hair down in a while, so let’s do that today.”
“Great choice!”
“Oh, wait,” I say “Can you make sure to include a braid in my hair today? I would like to keep my hair out of my face.”
“It is no problem at all, miss.”
I am so curious about what will the surprise be. Maybe a new sword? I've been needing a new sword; my old one is incredibly dull now. I have essentially chipped my precious sabre to bits. This morning, while sparring with my father, I could have sworn I saw tiny shards of silver flying off the blade. Hmm…what else could the surprise be? What if it’s jewellery! He’s always commenting that I haven’t gotten any new pieces lately. He keeps saying “Your jewellery box looks as dull as you.” Jewellery would be the perfect gift, considering how rude he is to me.
“All done my lady,” Silvie says. “You look as beautiful as ever!”
“Aw, thank you, Silvie,” I gleam with happiness. “You’re too kind.”
“Would you like for me to call for the carriage?”
“Yes, that would be great.”
As I step into my carriage with Silvie's assistance, I notice the employees bustling about. They seem to be in a panic, scurrying to the central building on our estate. What would cause such disarray among the employees? Did something…happen?
“Silvie,” I say quietly in a shaking voice. “Why is everyone running around so much? Did something happen?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, my lady,” she says, trying to reassure me. “It must just be your mother gathering the attendants for their bi-annual interviews.”
“Oh,” I say with a sigh of relief. “I didn’t realize that was today.”
I was overthinking. I'm still curious about what caused the employees to run around like chickens, but as Silvie said, it's probably nothing… I hope.
We arrive at the tailor’s after a brief carriage ride, though I still can’t seem to shake this feeling from my chest. As I’m stepping out of the carriage, I notice one of the family knights on a horse, charging towards us. That’s incredibly odd.
“Silvie, just wait a second.” I say as I stop in my tracks.
What if I was right? What if something terrible happened? Is my mother okay? What about my father? Could something have happened to my brother? I’m terrified to hear the news that the knight carries.
Every step the horse takes, every huff, every pull of its reins, and every second I stand here, waiting for the terrible news, adds to my anxiety. The knight comes closer, closer… closer. I’m frozen. I shouldn’t have left the estate today, I should have stayed home, I shouldn’t have gone out today. Why did I leave, WHY?
“Why is this happening,” I say as it gets harder to breathe. “Silvie, what’s happening to me?”
I feel as if a hundred elephants are sitting on my chest, and my head keeps spinning
“Urgh,” I cover my mouth. “I don’t feel very good.”
It keeps getting harder, and harder,... and harder…to… breathe…bang.
“MY LADY!”
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