Dear Diary......
I am livid
I was supposed to be having Earl Grey Tea and Crumpets. Like any other day
When this random plebeian in time suddenly shows up at my front door
Who does he think he is?
Yet, this human was able to see through me like a book, straight off the shelves from a convenience store. We barely spoke for more than 5 words.
I didn’t tell him my identity.
Yet he figured out that I was of nobility, royalty even. A Queen of a Small Nation. He noticed how my hands were smooth, chaste from manual labour.
By the shape of my wings, he could deduce I was of Scandinavian Origin. Possibly from Norway, on account of my ceremonial markings on my skin.
I really don't know how he does it. Just one look at me, and all my secrets fell.
...For example.
My father wasn't exactly my father.
My mother doesn't remember who is the real one. At most, my real 'father' was a woman.
......
He said I grew up a shallow child, who did not like to trust anyone. I often vent out my frustrations by having affairs with my handmaids...Cough (///).
Due to my upbringing, I aimed to climb all the way, to be elected Queen. For the sake of satisfying this emptiness caused by my distorted childhood.
Also, he told me that I hated Earl Grey and Crumpets. I drink too slow.
I'd be most comfortable drowning in Fanta and choking on Hot Dogs.
I only lie to keep up my image of power and authority among my people.
.......................What the h*ll is Fanta?
This man figured me out from page one in my life to present. Just from the way I swung my hips and the blemishes on my shoulder... Incredible.
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I couldn't resist. I asked for his name.
He tipped his hat and gestured his pipe at me with an intelligent grin.
"Sherlock Holmes. Private Investigator at your Ser--"
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