Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

In an instant, Evelyn could have sworn that her heart fell into a cauldron of something nasty and poisonous, potent enough to corrupt and fester. Tears burned at her eyes. Is there nothing she can do right? First, Mother decides to buy her a slave , of all things, to help with her shy nature but of course, she cannot accept such a gift. Is there something wrong with her? Is that the reason none of her sisters join her in the library, or seek her out for her company? Is that the reason why Father never looks to her at the dinner table-? Evelyn swallowed roughly past the lump in her throat, hands brushing nervously over the skirt of her dress as all these thoughts ran amok. It was not long, though, before a tear spilled down her cheek followed by another, and another still. A sob threatened to bubble up, however she could not allow it to break free, because her pride as a Princess is forever at stake, on the line. A hand did rise to deal with the issue of her tears. Evelyn kept her back straight, her shoulders squared but there was no hiding the tremor in her voice, nor the shaking that has began to overwhelm the poor girl. F-Fine! Evelyn cried out at long last, breaking the fragile silence until it is naught but pieces at their feet. What am I supposed to do, then? Arms hugging her tightly under her breasts, Evelyn bowed her head trembling like a leaf caught in a brisk winter breeze. A tear hit the cobblestone at her feet. What am I supposed to do, then? How is she meant to handle this situation? It is not as though she will ever require his services, nor shall she ever use him for the purpose he is meant for. No, Evelyn does not want anything to do with him and it is not because he did anything wrong. Oh no! It is just that one of her other sisters would appreciate him more than her. Lillias is the first to come to mind. As flirtatious as she is, it would be good if she was to have a slave to focus her sexual frustrations on. Aveline may be another sister to consider as well, though Evelyn doubts she will be so eager to jump into bed with him. Evelyn sniffled, ever so slowly curling into a ball against the far wall, her blue dress pooling over her as she fought to regain composure. Does he expect her to accept him? To take him into her arms, into her bed?! No, no! Evelyn buried her face into the back of her knees, hands tangling into her hair every so often, pulling on the curly gold threads by the fistful. Why-?! Why did Mother put her in this position? Why can no one accept her the way she is?! Does society dictate she be more bold, more daring, more outgoing? Does society expect her to be comfortable in her own skin, and perfectly comfortable taking off her clothes in front of a man? Evelyn just wanted to be left alone with her books-! Is that so much to ask for? It is just It is just-! I cannot do anything right she spat out almost venomously, though the words were broken apart by distress. Is that the reason why Mother pushed you onto me-? Is that the reason? So I may change? So I am not so unacceptable? So I am more befitting of the title of Princess? Is that it? Evelyn can feel the tears spilling down her cheeks anew, cool upon the flushed skin and yet, she could not bring herself to wipe them away, not now. Her eyes -far too bright, like twin pieces of aquamarine- attempted to blink rapidly, to get rid of the evidence however, it was futile. It did not take long to be overwhelmed by emotion, by contempt and disgust, envy and shame. Why can she not be like her older sisters-? Why must she be so different?