The Line Between You And I

Elizabeth

Every day feels the same. My daily routine never actually consisted of me doing anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that really changes day in and day out is my mood but, it's not like Lady Elizabeth Thompson can start randomly crying all over the place or go off into a fit of rage. Even as much as I'd like to. Believe me, I know what you're thinking. How can I have so much yet do so little with the world? I will never know. Anyway, back to the story. Today was just like any other day, it was the end of September about to begin October and I was beginning to become fed up with day-to-day life. Sometimes I was woken up by the sound of my mother's calm voice, as she was perched on the end of the bed. Other times, my family would be in such a rush so the first sound I would hear in the morning would yet again be hers. This time, it was like when a man hits puberty and his voice would occasionally break in and out of place. Then comes the getting dressed part which is so much "fun!" It normally contains; putting on a corset which cuts off all circulation around my chest area, putting on an exquisite dress that you can't walk through a single door with, making sure my hair looks "natural" and not too wavy, and finally the best part. The diadem. In this family; my mother, Victoria, and I all have our own diadems which are described as "showing our natural beauty through a diamond's eyes."

My mother's diadem was assembled using only the fairest white gold in England at the time. The white gold was crafted into forming little flowers which were rooted at the band. The glistening flowers represented my mother's peace and calmness but also her power and strength when she needed it. Victoria's diadem was compelled using thick bands of rich gold to create the main structure and thinner wires of gold wrapped in between. The way that the gold was forged, made it so every eighth of the way around, there was an opal that changed colours depending on the sun's rays' angle to the calming crystal. One special opal always sat slightly higher than her spindle-like eyebrows. The opal helped represent faithfulness and confidence, in which I believe she finds great difficulty in having. The only problem with our diadems is that they are created when we entered this world, so they never really know what the fragile bud is going to blossom into. It's just a guess in which my mother was right, Victoria's was a small over-expectation. Now on to my diadem, mine is eye-catching gold again matching my sisters apart from mine is shaped to create all kinds of curves and figures upon my large head of hair. Finally placed in the middle of my face, in between my perfectly symmetric eyebrows is a ruby. The beaming ruby represented wealth and prosperity, I'm presuming that my mother and father predicted me to be behind Victoria because I was the younger one, but it was always the other way around.

Today, I spent the day being tutored, my lessons consisted of Latin, French, English, and Maths. Ironically, my father would lose his mind if I ever left England. You see, my mother believes that we have everything here so, why would we ever need to leave the country if our family is here? My father on the other hand, his input is that only people with purely English blood deserve to be here and if I left for even the shortest amount of time I wouldn't be welcomed back as English. I would be an outcast and disowned, not willingly but by my mother though too. Verity never believed in nationality and blood status it didn't matter to her, but because of the society, she was born into she didn't have the chance to travel or even see the "other" parts of England. I agree with my mother but then again, I can't say much I've never come across the "others" I've only ever heard stories about how violent they can become because they don't have as much as us. Which I understand and all, but sometimes I do think it would be amazing to travel and see different parts of the globe. Or well to even meet somebody from different parts of the world. This world is huge and we are only a decimal of it, I would love to know more, my curiosity is slowly suffocating me and edging me to look further into it. My only problem is, the loss is bigger than the gain in this scenario. If I did go through with this I'd lose everything like; my respect, my money, my values, my land, and even my family. Even though my mother wouldn't want to she would be forced to treat me as an outcast because to my father that's what I would be.

The things I'd do to meet someone who's more than just royalty and pure English blood...