“Where the hell have you been! We’ve been waiting for you for hours!” Alex walked into the dining area in the middle of a Princess Elizabeth tirade. Her face nearly red from sheer frustration and entitlement. She simply kept going, no half a beat of breath. “Seth, you are nothing but a worthless piece of shit. Do you think you have a place outside being the top of the bottom because we share an ounce of blood? Why mother and father keep something so filthy around is unfathomable?”
Alex slowly understood the situation. Normally, Alex could care less what Elizabeth did around the castle but today either he found her especially exasperating or bits of possessiveness still lingered on him like perfume that stuck to your clothes even after several washes.
“Elizabeth,” The entire gathering took notice of his presences. “You could have gotten the servants yourself.”
“Alexander, I am a Lady. I don’t need to be anywhere near their filth.”
“so, you starved yourself and the rest because you are a Lady? Because you didn’t want to be filthy? Elizabeth you are a child; if you want something done so desperately…Do. It. Yourself” Elizabeth stared at Alex speechless. He turned his attention to Seth. “and you, know your fucking place. Next time you are late I will personally make sure you know where it is. Do you understand?”
“yes”
“Good. Go begin the preparations for lunch.”
Elizabeth glared at her brother as she stormed off. She stomped down corridor, turning corner after corner until she found herself at the servants’ quarters stopping at the first door labeled: Seth Oscill Fangaria is loose elegant script imitating tree vines. This angered her, further, so she flung the door open without regard to courtesies. Who dare pay so much attention to that dog? She thought, but when she looked inside, she was greeted by a room no bigger than a closet and held only two items; A creaseless bed made with 45-degree angles military style and a dresser or rather a large nightstand. The lack of obvious personal artifacts enraged Elizabeth to the next level in a fit she opened the drawer, threw the neatly folded clothes out one by one shaking them hoping to find even a special piece of dust, but nothing. She took apart his bed, but more nothing.
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She stood there glaring at the bed as if she could set it on fire with only her mind. She stood like this until a small voice asked, “um…. Princess. Princess Elizebeth are you lost?” when Elizabeth spun around she looked down to a pale wide-eyed petit girl probably no more than 14 or 15. Elizabeth was on the verge of snapping at the fragile girl when a realization crept across her mind. This could be the sleezy little girl that decorated Seth’s door. she smiled faintly putting on the innocent princess act. “Hello… no. no I’m fine I only came to surprise my brother.” Then words nearly choked her. “ can you help me uhmmm…”
“Aubrey. Aubrey Fairchild. What can I do for you Madame?”
“just a few questions you can answer. “Elizebeth smiled at the pure ease as she continued. “would you by any chance have made that sign for Seth?” the girl looked up and shook her head back and forth. “no Lady Cassandra Miriam made it for Master Seth when his name changed. At least that is what he and nurse tells us.” Elizebeth was confused, but since she would never admit anything close to stupidity she dismissed it because the insect known as Seth has always been known as such.
“okay, let me ask you another question. Where would you hide something important? Possibly something you didn’t want anyone to find?”
The girl thought and after a second that seemed like forever to Elizebeth, smiled and said “ well, I hide my diary under my bed, If that helps?”
“yes it does.” Elizebeth could hardly conceal her excitement at a milestone. “you may leave,” she waved before bending down to reach under and just as the girl said, there was a book. A big black journal. She opened it and the writing seemed very neat and sophisticated, all ending in what looked like the initials S.G, but could very well be a quick cursive ‘o’: from what she had time to read nothing useful just the usual teenage mambo jumbo: what am I? Am I a monster? Am I allowed to love? Am I allowed to have a family?