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Evelyn Campbell ([info]wanderings) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
Deluxe Floor: 12:01 AM
Evelyn was in her room, sitting at her vanity with all the lights off. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror in the moonlight coming in through the window, and at the vintage photos tucked under the mirror's frame. Kings, queens, noblemen. Monarchy, titles.

She rested her head on her hand. When would that be her? When would she get her kingdom?

Something on the vanity twitched, and Evelyn sat straight up.

What was she thinking? She had her title already. Duchess, yes, not as good as Queen, but the old bitch would kick it one of these days and she'd have her spot.

Try to execute her? Evelyn scoffed, standing up, walking into the kitchen. The old hothead couldn't kill her if she tried.

He dress brushed around her ankles, blue silk with a dark blue border, and her head bowed slightly under the weight of a corned hat. Now where was her shaker? That cook was always spreading pepper all around her kitchen, making the little one sneeze. And when he sneezed--

She smirked.

But where was the little brat? Not in the kitchen, certainly, and neither was the help. Idiots, all of them. Well she could take care of the discipline in this house (apartment?) herself. There were going to be some changes now that she'd realized how lax they'd gotten. She'd kick that mangy cat out, she'd keep the pepper always with her (the shaker went into the pocket of her apron) and she'd find that stupid, piggish child and she'd--

What was that? Crying? From the house (apartment) next door?

So the child had tried to escape, and now it was crying for her to come and comfort it? The gall. Oh, if he thought what she did to him when he sneezed was bad...

She walked briskly out of her apartment and down the hall, a serene smile on her face for anyone who might be watching. Once she got behind closed doors, she'd show that whiny little brat exactly what happened when her orders were disobeyed.


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