Classical

Meeting with a Boot-Licker

I woke up to the jolting of my mother awakening me. I swear I will never get to sleep without constant interruption.

"Darling, wake up! School starts in an hour and you're not even ready!" My mom tells me, making sure I can hear her.

"Sorry mother. I'll get dressed quickly."I jump out of bed, rushing to the closet to find a perfect outfit for the day. I'm going to the special Season School.

It sounds corny and unprofessional, but honestly, no one knows the real name of the school. It's sort of just there. The only purpose of it is to teach the students who will be attending the debutante ball (whether they're a suitor or a debutante).

I sort through the clothing, finding a white dress with gold hemming. It has little, fluffy sleeves and goes down until my knees. I slip on white stockings underneath and put on these beautiful gold shoes. I brush my hair and braid it into a single braid resting on my right shoulder. I put a bonnet on (I fucking hate bonnets). I put a silver necklace with a locket of my family on and make my way downstairs.

When I get downstairs, I see breakfast awaiting my arrival on the table. In the mornings before school, my family would go at their own pace, which meant not eating together and having to argue over who shall use the washroom. I always awake at around 8 a.m. and eat at 8:20 a.m. So, my breakfast is nice and warm for me when I eat it.

I finish my breakfast and see that it's 8:30. I have 30 minutes until school starts, which means my sisters and brother will have to be ready in less than 5 minutes because getting to school takes 20 minutes and I have to be inside so the teacher doesn't mark me absent.

"Thomas! Margaret! Hurry up, we're going to be delayed if you don't finish up!" I yell. I hurriedly gather my chalkboard and books that are placed on the table in front of the main entrance door. I go to the kitchen to grab my lunch container and put it in my basket, along with the books and chalkboard.

I hear footsteps making their way down the stairs. Thomas, Alexander, and Margaret barge into the kitchen, grabbing the lunches off the counter and shoving them in their baskets. We all rush out of the house, out to a coach ready to take us to the school. We had used our time to the absolute limit and were shoving ourselves into the coach. I wave my mother and father goodbye and await our trip to the school.

"Oh dear God, I thought we were going to be late. I could've sworn we weren't going to make it on time." My sister said. I nod in response and my brother hums a yes.

Florence, my youngest sister, isn't joining us at school today because she's sick. She has a hot temperature and isn't feeling too well. She won't attend school until she feels better, which may be next week.

I won't lie, London boys are absolutely handsome. They've always had something that the Edinburgh boys don't. I usually come to London at least 3 times per year, whether it's with father on business, it's debutante season, or we've been invited to a dinner with a family acquaintance or business partner. And only twice have we ever had dinner or supper with the Royal family.

My father has always been a favourite of the Royals. They've never had a bad time. My father enjoys their family. Lots of people in Britain spread lies and rumors about the Queen and King, especially their son.

To give a little backstory, their son has never made a public encounter. He's apparently hateful towards those who meet him, so he and his parents decided to not constantly get hatefulness for their son's behavior.

But, this year, he's reached the age where he needs to find a wife. So, he'll be participating in the season. Honestly, I'm quite curious to find out what he looks like. And how he behaves.