The Muffiny Family (Skephalo Triquel) Completed

The Princess Rant

Bad and Sam went through the castle looking for Drista. Bad was relieved to find her in the library.

"There you are, I thought you ran away."

Drista tensed up and looked back at him. "Sorry? Not my fault you jump to conclusions." She closed the book she was holding.

"What are you reading?" Bad didn't give a reaction to her poor attitude.

Drista hid the book behind her back. "Just a book about princesses."

"Yeah? Which one?" Bad was trying to start a friendly conversation.

"I dunno..."

"What's it called?"

"Uh..."

Bad walked over and tried to take the book. He was worried she might of found one of the romance novels at the back of the library. "If you're hiding it, you probably aren't old enough to read it."

"I'm old enough." Drista backed away. "Don't put your hands on me, it's not a big deal!"

Bad took a step back and held his hands out. "Drista, please give me the book. I'm not going to get mad, even if it's something inappropriate for your age. I just want to see what it is, so I can tell you if it's appropriate or not."

Drista wondered why he didn't rip the book out of her hands, and send her to her room. She handed the book to Bad and looked down.

Bad read the title out loud. "Annie's Archery...Oh, I've read this one!" Bad smiled happily. "There's nothing wrong with this one. It's just about a princess that learns archery after her brother dies in a war."

Drista gasped "hey! I haven't got to that part yet!"

Bad put the book down. "Oops, sorry...but it's a pretty predictable death."

Drista shrugged. "I wasn't that far in, I was just at the part where she tells her parents she wants to join the war instead of her brother."

"Oh, you should keep reading it. It's a very educational book, and it brings a lot of awareness to sexism." Bad handed her the book, letting her keep it. He noticed she was still in her pajamas. "You should go get dressed and come eat breakfast."

"Good idea, I'm hungry...can I just stay in my pajamas?"

"Why?"

"My sides are hurting and all my clothes are really tight around my waist." Drista complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Puffy might have something that would fit you better. She's pretty small, honestly you might be similar heights."

Drista nodded "okay, I just don't want anything tight."

"I'll go ask her while you go get breakfast, Sam can make you an omelette. His omelettes are tasty..." Bad debated if he should investigate more or not. He decided to ask, but not force an answer out. "Is there a reason your sides hurt?"

Drista was unsure if she could answer. He might not agree with her parents' way of raising her. "I'm turning 15 soon, and I'm adjusting to corsets. I'm not used to them, and it hurts. I'm becoming a lady though, apparently."

Bad took a mental note of that for future reference. "Corsets ay?" She probably didn't want to hear a lecture from Bad, so he didn't lecture her much. "Corsets can be dangerous, you have to be careful...and you don't need them, corset companies get all their money from insecurities."

Drista didn't know what to say. It was normal to her. "I'll be fine, my parents wouldn't let me do anything dangerous."

"Was it your decision to wear them?"