Monsters are for sport.
The sun rose early that morning, and it seemed to hang in wisps of fog 3 feet above the ground. Snowy and ghosty, it was. That sun, a sign of bad luck.
Maybe it was about her husband to come, well perhaps. She had been told that Madame Johanna had organized her a marriage, to who was the question. She wondered would he be handsome, or would he be another old sod like last times. Would he be rich with huge kingdoms, and a good alliance. Maybe he would have a beard, or un moustache! She laughed at that. But even so, the real reason for her coming over here was a marriage. To get her out of the way. As the kings cousin, she was 2nd in line to the throne. Only.... only, she could never rule and all they ever wante for her was to get her out of the way! But she had learned, non.. she had been forced to learn the hard way. You don't have to be a man to rule. But, they would never understand that! She was just petite, little Marie.
She turned away from the high, white bay windows. Determined not to dream any more. She walked over and rang a bell. Maids would be here in a few minutes to dress her. It was different than at home, where she would only have to clap her hands in a certain pattern and in seconds maids were there. Here they came, and chatted and fussed and you had to prepare to call them ages before you actually wanted them, and then they arrived on time. Besides the bell was so.... let's call it.... simple. I sat at my makeup table, waiting and waiting. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a moment, then they came in. There were 3 maids today, and they were giggling and chatting but they stoppped when they saw her expression. I slowly blinked, clapped my hands twice, there was a pause and then they realized and quickly set to work. She dressed in a blue, double petitcoat skirt with a pattern of white tulips, a matching stomacher and plain blue bodice and sleeves. Her hair was vaugely styled like a tulip with blue ribbons, birds and flowers. The flowers and birds, fake of course!
She took one last deep breath. And went out, to perhaps meet her future husband and hopefully hapiness.
She fixed her hat, and walked in. They were talking and everybody in court always made fusses when she walked in, whispering and muttering under their ( )eath. Good for them, she didn't mind.
She didn't walk straight for the Queen and Meredith as they expected her too, instead she headed for someone different. The Franchophone princess. She wasn't here to laugh at them under her ( )eath. She was here on a different matter, one of life and one of death. But this time, it wasn't her life.
"Your Grace" I curtsied to her
"Princess" I curstied again.
"May I speak to you privately"
There was a pause.
"Mistress, I think this is un-" I cut him off. "It is not, Lord Mansin. But I think everybody here knows something that is, Don't you?" I say, looking him up and down. That stops him.
There was another pause.
"Of course" came the answer, finally, quiet and timid. The princesses eyes looking down"
She whispered something to the Queen and then she came. A dark silence hung over us as we walked to the safety of private rooms. Then we arrived. I stopped, waited for her to go in first and then I followed her in.
"One moment, please" I said and went to close the door. Somehow, today it didn't creak.
"May I ask, why you need to talk with me, and privately?"
"Listen, carefully. Someone is chasing you. You need to run, now. They wan-"
A laugh interrupted my sentence. It was croaky and throaty, like they didn't have a tongue. I turned around to see a small, cloaked man standing behind me, and in his hand..... a knife. I had come too late. He pointed it at Marie, and laughed again. I was sure of it now, he was a mute. A bloody, DAMNED mute. I ( )eathed, in and out twice. The princess was frozen, in shock, just staring and staring at him. Preferring to be a statue then a screamer. Then I plucked up my courage and walked straight up to him.
"What are you doing here?"
He gestured with the knife at the Princess, an easy thing to understand.
"So, I take it you specialise in killing innocent people?"
"Not innocent. Just in your way?"
"No? All right. To confuse the mystery?"
A smile, and another laugh. I was right. They hadn't wanted to kill the governess or that innocent maid, they were just ploys and this Princess was the last, special, final obstacle. To set them off. And then suddenly, I knew. A plan. You better watch out mister, I'm coming for you.
"Well, why don't you just kill me instead. It will be so much easier." I licked my lips slowly and stared down at him, slowly, mesmerising.
A shake, he started walking towards her. I walked infront of him.
"Do you kill monsters?"
"Good. And I'm the one, you didn't have to kill, right?"
"You think it's fun not to kill me, all part of your game is it"
A smile and a laugh. Somehow, someway, my natural instincts kicked in.
"What do you think I am? A monster?"
He stared straight into me, his eyes staring me down.
I smiled and stared him back, not knowing exactly what I was doing. Whatever plan I had, obliterated.
And then, I grabbed the chair behind me and threw it at him. He stopped for one precious second and then something hard and metal hit him. It was a mirror. I looked and in one second I knew who had thrown it.
"Are you coming?"
"What? Don't you want to be alive?"
I looked at her.
Silence. And then, a smile.