don't mind me, just a wip posted on a dead account, nothing to see here
I wasn’t quite sure what woke me up from my dream, but I immediately cursed it for its audacity in my head. I turned myself on my back, letting the daylight blind me for a second. Then a loud knock on my chamber’s door identified the intruder and the audacity no longer surprised me.
Over the years of avoiding people, I have learnt all the types of knocks of all the people who were allowed anywhere near my chamber. It could be called impressive if it were not for how few people that entailed. And this knock I feared most of all.
I looked through the vast glass panes of my terrasse and I swore under my breath, realizing the reason for such rude awakening. And how much trouble I was in. I scrambled out of bed, seriously considering not answering and pretending to be gone or even dead, but I abandoned that thought almost as soon as it came to me. No good would come from ignoring my governess, not when she was also my father’s lover.
Stepping onto the cool marble of my floor, I felt myself die inside at the thought of spending the day listening to that rotten, gold-digger of a woman who seemed to think her being a mistress to the king made her important enough to belittle me. Unluckily for me, she somehow convinced my father of it too. It was bad enough on a regular day, but I was sure she was going to make today even more unbearable.
Hearing another pound at the door, I glanced at the calendar hanging right next to where I could almost feel her presence. I quickly confirmed that it was indeed my birthday. My twenty-first birthday to be exact. But even with that, apparently there were still some lessons to be had and an incredibly angry governess waiting on my door if her knocking was anything to go by. Judging by the position of the sun, I was exceptionally Iate, but it was hard for me to find it in myself to care much. If I didn’t know that prolonging the confrontation would only make it harder on me, I would still be in bed.
“I’m coming!” I yelled, surprised she didn’t come inside on her own yet, but thankful for that slight change of heart, if one could call it that. Having grabbed a robe to cover myself, I march to the door, wishing my room were even bigger as I put the flower-patterned silk on.
Reaching the enormous doors, I reached for one of the gold handles, taking a second to breathe in an attempt to calm myself. I pulled, revealing a scrunched-up face, clearly overcome with rage and ready to unleash it on her favourite victim.
“Do you have any idea what hour it is?” she fumes, somehow getting the words out through her clenched jaw. No ‘Your Highness,” no curtsy, no wishes. Only complaints, anger, and soon - punishment.
“I know I’m late, I’m sorry.” A lie.
She glanced down, seizing my appearance, and growing even more irritated.
“Did you wake up just now?” she asked in a low voice. “It is almost noon! You have no respect for anyone else’s time, young lady. And how dare you show yourself in such state. Unspeakable!” With each word, she gets louder and louder, and soon she is yelling, a sound these walls were used to by now.
I put my hands behind me, looking down so she cannot see the look in my eyes. I was sure they were not the image of regret and compliance she wanted to see. Yes, because making you wait while I got dressed would have been better. And you know I get woken up by my butler, so this isn’t my fault. It seemed that Edmund was also under the impression that I deserve a day off on my birthday. I could not find it in myself to be mad at him for such a kind notion. It was only too bad that someone didn’t think I was deserving of anything.
