Room 511, Saturday Afternoon, More Royal than Ever
Another day of exile, Alice thought to herself as she searched through her drawers. No one here knew what she suffered. She was no peasant; she was Queen. Or should have been, if not for that awful man ...
Her thoughts raced back to that day, six months ago, when the Grand Vizier had pulled his coup. Had slaughtered her dear, sweet parents, the good and noble King and Queen, and had ordered his men to kill her -- Princess and sole heir to the throne -- as well.
One of his men was a traitor; a double agent, still loyal to the throne. That was the only reason she still breathed. The peasants had arranged safe transport for her; as far as the land knew, she was as deceased as her parents. And as deceased as the young twin she'd lost so long ago ...
Her fingers brushed over an ornate locket; inside were portraits of His and Her Majesty, her late parents. There were two such lockets, in all of Creation; they had been left in the cradles of herself and her infant twin. Ayana's murderer had never been found, and neither her body nor her prized locket had ever been recovered.
Enough. It did not do to dwell on such things. Today, Alice would wear her locket. She was tired of leaving it in this dusty drawer, for fear of the Grand Vizier's agents. Who could possibly recognize it, here?
(ESTABLISHY but open should anyone wish to knock or if the roomie wants to chat. This has absolutely nothing to do with this post. Really. *shifty eyes*)
Her thoughts raced back to that day, six months ago, when the Grand Vizier had pulled his coup. Had slaughtered her dear, sweet parents, the good and noble King and Queen, and had ordered his men to kill her -- Princess and sole heir to the throne -- as well.
One of his men was a traitor; a double agent, still loyal to the throne. That was the only reason she still breathed. The peasants had arranged safe transport for her; as far as the land knew, she was as deceased as her parents. And as deceased as the young twin she'd lost so long ago ...
Her fingers brushed over an ornate locket; inside were portraits of His and Her Majesty, her late parents. There were two such lockets, in all of Creation; they had been left in the cradles of herself and her infant twin. Ayana's murderer had never been found, and neither her body nor her prized locket had ever been recovered.
Enough. It did not do to dwell on such things. Today, Alice would wear her locket. She was tired of leaving it in this dusty drawer, for fear of the Grand Vizier's agents. Who could possibly recognize it, here?
(ESTABLISHY but open should anyone wish to knock or if the roomie wants to chat. This has absolutely nothing to do with this post. Really. *shifty eyes*)