"Oh, my poor dearies, imagine the pain I went through to have to watch you slave after me all day," the Queen sighed lovingly as she placed a hand on top of my head. "I'd never hurt you like they did, my tiny blueberry. I will never lay a hurtful hand on you, my loves. I love each and every one of you. It's those savages out there who are willing to hurt us - willing to kill us if that was what it took. They want to bring me down, and when I'm down who will you serve? You would serve for the King. Yes, that king, the one who strikes his slaves and beheads those who wrong him. We are too good to step foot in his kingdom. We belong here and here we will stay."
"Hear, hear!" the Blues exclaimed. They giggled and fed the Queen a bright purple grape. It rolled off their skinny fingers and into her plump pink lips. She swallowed and hiccuped, and giggled to which we all returned.
"Everyone leave, give me my space. I want to be alone with Lovely," she murmured dreamily. Her bottle of wine had emptied eventually and the vine of grapes on her plate had zeroed to the last plump grape.
The Queen named every slave she had, and she chose to name me Lovely. She has so many servant in the servant quarters, she mixed their names up. She remembers my name because I am the only blue eyed servant she had. I was the blue eyed, brown haired girl who stuck to her side.
The Queen held my face in her palm and she looked into my eyes with an eccentric love. She kissed my forehead and I felt the stickiness of her lips graze my forehead. "You have the prettiest eyes. Your looks make me jealous to even look at. They won't last forever though, my precious," she whispered. "I named you right, Lovely. I'm happy that you can live up to its standards." She kissed my cheek, then the other, and slapped me hard with the back of her hand. I hissed and fell onto my side from the impact and touched my cheek gently, feeling the burn and sting. I said nothing as I stood up from the floor and and left the room, gently shutting the door behind me to let the Queen seethe jealously to herself.
My bedroom upstairs was small, equipped with a cot and a window. I hid everything under the floorboards, including my mask. At night the slaves weren't allowed to go into town but it was hard to resist. Every night the gypsies, dancers, drunks, and junkies came out to bond. They drank and danced, and sang and ate wonderful food. There was boisterous laughing and yelling, sometimes even cat-calling and fighting, but things never got out of hand. Everyone wore a mask at night to hide their identities. If something were to happen no one could name names; everything was done in anonymity.
"Hear, hear!" the Blues exclaimed. They giggled and fed the Queen a bright purple grape. It rolled off their skinny fingers and into her plump pink lips. She swallowed and hiccuped, and giggled to which we all returned.
"Everyone leave, give me my space. I want to be alone with Lovely," she murmured dreamily. Her bottle of wine had emptied eventually and the vine of grapes on her plate had zeroed to the last plump grape.
The Queen named every slave she had, and she chose to name me Lovely. She has so many servant in the servant quarters, she mixed their names up. She remembers my name because I am the only blue eyed servant she had. I was the blue eyed, brown haired girl who stuck to her side.
The Queen held my face in her palm and she looked into my eyes with an eccentric love. She kissed my forehead and I felt the stickiness of her lips graze my forehead. "You have the prettiest eyes. Your looks make me jealous to even look at. They won't last forever though, my precious," she whispered. "I named you right, Lovely. I'm happy that you can live up to its standards." She kissed my cheek, then the other, and slapped me hard with the back of her hand. I hissed and fell onto my side from the impact and touched my cheek gently, feeling the burn and sting. I said nothing as I stood up from the floor and and left the room, gently shutting the door behind me to let the Queen seethe jealously to herself.
My bedroom upstairs was small, equipped with a cot and a window. I hid everything under the floorboards, including my mask. At night the slaves weren't allowed to go into town but it was hard to resist. Every night the gypsies, dancers, drunks, and junkies came out to bond. They drank and danced, and sang and ate wonderful food. There was boisterous laughing and yelling, sometimes even cat-calling and fighting, but things never got out of hand. Everyone wore a mask at night to hide their identities. If something were to happen no one could name names; everything was done in anonymity.
