"Ashley come down for breakfast! I swear that girl acts as if she never gets an ounce of sleep." I heard Aunt Jess scream.. and then whisper.
Let me introduce myself I'm Princess Ashley. Daughter of late fearless King Staurt and compassionate Queen Ingrid of the Kingdom of Ethor. They were killed on their way to the funeral of my real mother Alissa. But enough back story for now.
/Shit/ I realize as I pull off my covers. I have bruises all over me from last night. So I find my longest gown with sleeves and walk into the eating hall.
"Morning Ashley." Alex said with quite a sigh and his daily eye roll.
It never offended me though. He always had slight resentment for the favoritism his soon to be kingdom and father showed me. Which is totally chill.
"Mornin' Lex." and I just give him my cheeziest smile as grab a bowl of porridge, two apples, a roll, an orange, and the jug of orange juice. It was a long night okay?
"It amazes me how she eats so much Damien. She'll never find a husband like that."
"Well she can't serve any man on an empty stomach now can she Jess?"
I laugh causing apple bits to spew from my mouth. Whoops.
This is why I chose to stay with Uncle Damien in Maledus. Besides my parents and a few maids I never had the opportunity to make new friends. Thus throughout the years of family war meetings and holidays I've grown found of his ability to kill a man and laugh at his own jokes 5 seconds later. I mean had the opportunity to stay in Ethor with my older "brother" James, but I'm not really wanted (or needed) there. I find that teenage guys my age find me quite inferior.
"Well she can't fit into any wedding dress at the pace shes eating!"
"Ooh, low blow Aunt Jess, but I preferred the one you said yesterday where you compared me to a stuffed pig on Christmas. But I'm not positive if that counts or not because you chose to say that behind my back."
I made the effort to say this with my mouth full so she truly gets the message. All she can do is make that high pitched HUMPH noise that she responds to ninety-five percent of my brilliantly sassy comebacks.
"So.. Alex how's that battle training going?"
"Well it's going dad. I'm no longer in the top five worst students if that's what you're wondering."
"That's great son! Soon you'll be top five in the whole kingdom."
"Sure dad. So how are those etiquette classes going Ashley?" he says with a smirk. That ass hat. He was just looking for a quick way to change the subject.
"Well, Mistress Lia has me teaching me how to hold in my burps and how to shake someone's had with the utmost delicacy because my handshake was a bit too manly for her liking. You wouldn't know what that's like. Hey maybe you can show me how to be delicate sometime."
Now this time Uncle almost spits out his milk.
Let me introduce myself I'm Princess Ashley. Daughter of late fearless King Staurt and compassionate Queen Ingrid of the Kingdom of Ethor. They were killed on their way to the funeral of my real mother Alissa. But enough back story for now.
/Shit/ I realize as I pull off my covers. I have bruises all over me from last night. So I find my longest gown with sleeves and walk into the eating hall.
"Morning Ashley." Alex said with quite a sigh and his daily eye roll.
It never offended me though. He always had slight resentment for the favoritism his soon to be kingdom and father showed me. Which is totally chill.
"Mornin' Lex." and I just give him my cheeziest smile as grab a bowl of porridge, two apples, a roll, an orange, and the jug of orange juice. It was a long night okay?
"It amazes me how she eats so much Damien. She'll never find a husband like that."
"Well she can't serve any man on an empty stomach now can she Jess?"
I laugh causing apple bits to spew from my mouth. Whoops.
This is why I chose to stay with Uncle Damien in Maledus. Besides my parents and a few maids I never had the opportunity to make new friends. Thus throughout the years of family war meetings and holidays I've grown found of his ability to kill a man and laugh at his own jokes 5 seconds later. I mean had the opportunity to stay in Ethor with my older "brother" James, but I'm not really wanted (or needed) there. I find that teenage guys my age find me quite inferior.
"Well she can't fit into any wedding dress at the pace shes eating!"
"Ooh, low blow Aunt Jess, but I preferred the one you said yesterday where you compared me to a stuffed pig on Christmas. But I'm not positive if that counts or not because you chose to say that behind my back."
I made the effort to say this with my mouth full so she truly gets the message. All she can do is make that high pitched HUMPH noise that she responds to ninety-five percent of my brilliantly sassy comebacks.
"So.. Alex how's that battle training going?"
"Well it's going dad. I'm no longer in the top five worst students if that's what you're wondering."
"That's great son! Soon you'll be top five in the whole kingdom."
"Sure dad. So how are those etiquette classes going Ashley?" he says with a smirk. That ass hat. He was just looking for a quick way to change the subject.
"Well, Mistress Lia has me teaching me how to hold in my burps and how to shake someone's had with the utmost delicacy because my handshake was a bit too manly for her liking. You wouldn't know what that's like. Hey maybe you can show me how to be delicate sometime."
Now this time Uncle almost spits out his milk.
