Royals

discipline

She leans into me and rests her forehead so it presses gently against mine. Her breathing is light, a great contrast from my heavy pants. I have dreamed of this for so long and to get it all at once is overwhelming. I want her. But I could never have her. No matter how eager I am to make her mine. I pull away from our affectionate embrace and trudge over to my dark oak wardrobe.

Lethargically, I pull open the large doors revealing an enormous collection of garments. I pull out a white dress to symbolise purity and a white lace corset to layer it. I turn around and much to my disappointment Luna no longer remains in her seat on my bed. I decorate myself in the white cloth and descend my winding staircase.

Downstairs I am met with the unpleasant company of my stepmother. "Oh Elizabeth! You can not possibly wear that awful gown, go change into something proper and suitable for a young lady". I ignore her vicious remark and begin walking away. Suddenly someone grabs me by my hair and starts pulling me in the direction of the cellar. I look up and see Victoria with a fistful of my hair wrapped in her palm. She looks at me maliciously and we reach the cellar.

She releases my tangled hair from her grasp causing my head to collide with the cold stone floor. "What did your father tell you about manners?" She asks with a demonic smile. She appears satanic with just her eyes and wide grin illuminating the gloomy darkness of the enclosed room.

The door slams behind her as she leaves and it gets progressively harder to breathe as time passes. I reach my hand up to massage my aching scalp. My fingers discover a damp patch in the abundance of my thick hair. A matted clump is stuck down flat against my head and a daub of blood coats the strands.

I find myself extremely staggered by her sudden violence. The walls of this bare room feel like they are closing in on me, imprisoning me in the unpleasant space. I stare intensely at the wooden door and focus on the lock. The rusted metal begins to shake. I increase the intensity of my gaze and focus on what I want to occur in my mind. In the space of a few seconds the lock violently detonates and the door flies open.

I rush to my feet and hurry over to the exit, thrilled to find myself free from the confinement of the cellar.

I meet my father in the dining room. When I enter he does not bother to look up from engorging himself in an enormous amount of food. "The suitors will be arriving shortly, I suppose you are ready, correct?" "If you looked at me then you could possibly decipher that for yourself". "Watch your tone missus, do you need another lesson from your mother or was one enough?". At his words my blood begins to boil. "You knew about that!?" "I instructed her to discipline you when you showed her any amount of dishonour".  Tears form in my eyes and I fight to hold them back. "H-how could you? I-I'm your daughter" I manage to choke out between sobs. "You do not have to remind me" my father grunts and indulges once more in his food.