“How many times have I told you sara, you have to stay away from riff raf like that” my father told me as we walked down the halls
“Riff Raf? It's just Lynn daddy, you've never had an issue with him before” I complain
“I know Princess” he sighs almost stopping putting a hand on my face “But darling...he's not a little boy anymore you need to stay away from him who knows the damage he could do to a beautiful princess' reputation Like yours” he explained
“My repuation? What do I care about my repuataion? He's my freind” I sigh
“You will care when no suitors arrive for your hand” He sighed as we walked “A boy like that is a danger to everything, I wish you could understand that sara and not keep running down to the kitchens with him” he complains
“you never cared when I was little” I sigh
“Becuase back then he couldn't do much damage, what would you do if a boy like that forced you on the table-” He began
“I would fight back” I answer“what makes you think I couldn't handle myself? Or worse then Lynn would ever do something so horrible to me?” I ask
“he's a Boy sara, that's what they do” he tells me opening the doors to the living room it was mostly emtpy, my mother in her long pink dress by the fire her butler beside her
“Ohh hello Dearest” she smiles with a clear cheer she must have slipped something in her tea cup before we got here
“Hello my love” He smiles giving her cheek a kiss
“Hello darling” she smiles to me “where was she?” she asks my father
“Down in the kitchens” He sighs sitting with her
“Ohh...good, making pie ?” she asks
“No, down with that dam boy again” He sighs having a drink
“Boy? Ohhhh?” she smiles excitedly
“Nooo, Noo Lucy, the bad boy” he told her
“he's not bad, he's loverly the sweetest person I've ever known” I answer
“Ohh? Well thats a problem” she says sipping her tea as a man came though from the hall
“Madgesties, they have arrived” he said
“Good bring them in” my father sighed and seconds later my grandfather was wheeled in the room in his chair the little wheels squeeking a little as he was brought over to sit beside the sofa and seconds later I heard the evil click off my grandmother as she stopped in her dress clung to her as her tiny corset forced her waist smaller then any human's should ever be her little glases perched on her nose the little golden chain around her neck her hair done up perfectly without a single hair out of place, she was my mothers, mother and unforunately I share a lot of my look with both of them the genetics are very obvious but I got my fathers darker brown and curly hair and I chose not to have my life ruled by the corset I wear one yes but its not to the extream of my mother and grandmother as I liked my cute chubby curves I thought they where cute and I loved them she clicked her boney fingers looking at me so I sighed standing close to her and she looked me up and down like a bit of meat
“You've gained weight” she says
“Hello grandmother” I sigh
“Not as bad as last time, sit” she says taking her seat so I took mine I zoned out a little as they all chatted with each other I looked out the window as I saw the delivery cart going back up the little path the delivery man driving the little horse and lynn sat on the back having to hold on so he didnt get thrown off into the mud on the bumps it made me smile, I have known Lynn so long, he has been the helper boy for the delivery man for as long as I have been alive I think, so he used to come and visit with the delivery man often he used to go play in my garden when we where children he even used to come up to my room and play with my toys and dollies we had always been very close , he was a couple years older then me as I was only just seventeen and he was nineteen now my father has been watching us like a hawk since the day lynn turned sixteen ever since he has kept an eye on us he never let us be alone for very long and never let lynn into the castle to see me if not on deliveries he wasn't allowed in my garden and we would get the full lerture is one of us even suggested going anywhere near my room, I never understood why? I'm sure they known something they wont tell me.
My grandfather tapped my arm waking me from my thoughts he pointed to a bottle of whiskey on the table
“No no grandpa, it will make you jittery” I tell him, my grandfather has been dependent on his wheelchair for a good ten years now, after a fall down the stairs at there house he appently did the age old joke of cracking his head open but ever since he hasn't quiet been the same, I had a good relationship with him as he used to help me in my garden when I was little, he used to tell me the best stories about fish people, people who lived in the ocean and had tales for feet I loved those stories, but he hasn't spoke a word for years now, he pointed to the cup of tea on the table they had poured for him so I got it for him handing it to him and he smiled at me sitting and having his tea very slowly and carefully I helped him out where I could as we had our lunch as soon as I could get away I ran up to my room grabbing my bag and sneaking out into the castle gardens.
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