SHANILIA
I set my book down carefully and watched the servant work for a moment. Did I know this servant? My father had once been able to greet every one of our servants by name. Why couldn't I do that? Oh right, because I was too busy plotting a way to burn every corset in the kingdom. Of course.
But I had to know this servant. He was a survivor after all. D. His name started with D. That's all I could scrounge up. Should I talk to him? Would that be princess like? Why did I just ask myself that? I had never cared to be all frilly and proper and princess-like.
Yes, I would talk to him. "Excuse me?" I asked quietly. Was I being shy? Impossible!
He turned to face me and placed a book he was holding back on the shelf. "Yes?"
Okay, so what did I say now? Hi, I'm in desperate need of somebody to talk to because I'm dreadfully lonely. Half of the kingdom probably wants my head on a silver platter and I can't find my brother. So I decided to talk to you today. "I... I just want somebody to talk to I guess. If you're not too busy...dusting books." Did I sound like a snob? I hoped not, I had tried my whole life to get away from that kind of life. Was I retreating back to it? Please say something I begged him silently.
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