The Morning After
“Oh, dearest lords and ladies, I wonder what the Queen thinks of this slight... catastrophe.” I announced heartily. Only a couple days since I first came to the high court and now it is my utter and complete home. Where I shall want to be. Yes, the old lady had to pay but things were worth it and to criticise such a lady... as the Queen of Merideth.
“My, my she looks rather stressed, doesn’t she?” Countess Eleanor said.
“I think she’s even worse. Gone a bit mental.” I pushed.
“I must agree.” Lady Anne said.
“Don’t be too mean. But even that is true” The Countess agreed in a way.
I found the Queen wasn’t as magnificent as she seemed. She was just a show for nothing. I realized that this morning. She just had a face and a throne and nothing else. She had no power over her lands. She was just a woman. I wonder how many strikes there have been and how many lands she has lost. She is nothing, so... what harm will it make if I laugh in her face? Spit on her very presence? Nothing. I know that now.
Countess Eleanor nudges me, and then tilts her head towards the incoming man.
Lord Windsor, handsome and fearfully loyal to the queen.
“What are you girls up to? I heard a whole load of laughter.” He asked.
“Us?” Countess Eleanor said as though she was posing a question.
“Well, I take it you ladies are assuring me that you have done nothing bad whatsoever.” He threw back his head laughing and us girls politely joined in, Countess Eleanor a bit more energetically. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lady Fecia joining in, a slight smile on her face. Now that was a rare occasion.
His next question was not.
“Do you ladies have any idea, who did it?”
“You mean the murders?” Lady Anne blurted.
“Of course. What else could it be? Her majesty, your Queen is worried sick.” He replied, his voice steady as ever. It made me almost think that he believed her. The silly little thing that she was.
“I know who it was.”
It was Lady Anne again. Always blurting out lies and occasionally truth.
“It was…” She paused, as though the name she was about to say was even worse than the problem itself.
“The Mistress Avonlette.”
The look on his face made me worry, as though he didn’t believe her.
“Are you sure?” He replied.
“Yes I am, sure as can be. She poisoned the Governess, I’m sure of it. She was even seen going into and leaving the Governesses private chambers. What else could she have done?” Then she gave Lord Windsor a long hard stare as though to say, ‘you can’t have any reason whatsoever to think otherwise’.
There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again.
“Yes, of course. I will take that into account, thank you ladies.” And with that he politely kissed our hands and walked off.
“Anne!” I gasped.
“What is it?” She replied as though it was all a big joke.
“Those things you said are lies!”
She looked shocked. “I know, but who else could it be?”
“You would never know.” I replied, “You’re going to get yourself killed one day, if you continue like this.”
“Yes.” She said, it was so quiet I could have almost sworn it was a whisper and then she said “Well, I should hope I’m married by then. If not, I would want to die.”
I sighed. Children never learn these days. Then a thought occured in my head, what if I helped her. She would then be forever on my side, and people are ALWAYS much more use to me alive than dead.
I saw her approach from the other side, her hair was done up in an allemandiane style. She wore a red and black dress, no sleeves. It looked about 10 sizes too small, so that you could see mesh stockings underneath, and it had a tight red sash that was tied much too tightly, so that her corset seemed to fill up with breasts. She also wore a little choker with a faded pink heart on it, this she was never seen without. She looked horrible and exactly the kind of person she is.
She walked up to me, nodded her head. She should have bowed or curstied or you know…
I brought my hand up to stop her from approaching, and instead of walking away she gave me a look of suprise.
“Uh… I’m allowed to get through” She said, with a look of indingnancy.
“But?? I want to speak with the queen.”
“You are banned.”
She paused for a moment before she leaned in, so close I could feel her breath on my neck. Then she whispered in my ear, “I have received no notice of this and at this time of the afternoon anyone may speak with the queen.” She pushed me aside, the little slut she is.
I then heard her asking the queen if could she arrange a meeting with Lord Stanrick. She did and then she left.
I looked up to my dear Scarlett. She was smiling and laughing with the french frog. But what makes me wonder is why she wanted a meeting with Lord Stanrick.
I saw Lord Stanrick edge away from Mistress Avonlette, what happened and what will happen? If not for Scarlett…. I would be married and away from this rotten place.
I see Avonlette walk towards me. I edge back and look away from her and pretend I’m doing something else but I notice she no longer gives me little hidden smiles, when no one else is looking. She’s changed. What have I done?
I sigh and go and sit on a chair on the edge of the room. Questions flood my mind, but one stands out.
Why can’t I do what they do? I know the answer it’s simple. I am who I am, I just don’t do that. I wasn’t looking for that, but then it came and I accepted it. I wasn’t built for that, I was built for this. This… rich girls, big titles, fancy settings.
“The Mistress Avonlette requested a meeting with you, it’s at 9 tomorrow morning, enjoy.” says some lady behind me, she then leaves going back to her other things. Time and time away, that is. Do I have enough time. Of course, it the queen can see 200 people in two hours, I can make a big appearance in about 20 hours. Easy-peasy.
I smiled to myself and did a little laugh.
I am the king, who is to question?
No-one, I answered.