I am The Daughter Of The Dragon King

Chapter 12: Getting moved? Just throw a shoe!

Talia is asleep next to me. On the floor. With no blankets. And all of my furniture is being moved. I jump to my feet and grab the arm of the nearest servant who is holding my dresser. "What are you doing?!"

"The young lady will be staying here from now on."

Young lady? What young lady. I am the only young lady in the castle. Then I remember last night. The girl who announced her being my father's daughter and the rightful heir to the throne.

There's no way my father agreed to this. He wouldn't make me leave. This can't be right. By now Talia is awake and hitting the servants with her shoe in a vain attempt to make them stop. I pull her away from the attendants, off into the hallway and down the stairs into the dinning room.

"Father! Why are my things bein-" I stop mid-sentence. Cecilia is sitting there next to him. In my seat. Between my father and my uncle. Eating food that was meant for me. Food that should never pass between her filthy lips. I already hated her. The room was silent for a moment as I looked her up and down in utter disdain. "Nevermind then."

I turned from the room and strode off, Talia at my side and confusion written across her face. The next servant we saw was whacked with a shoe and asked the location of my new room by Talia. "The loft," He answered, voice shaking slightly, "Your things have already been arranged but if you'd like them moved around let us know and we ca-" I cut him off with a curt affirmation to show that I understand. The two of us walk off to the loft.

The sloped roof makes it very cozy and the natural light that floods in makes the room glow in a most welcoming manner. In all honesty it's beautiful and better than my old room. Regardless, I'm still mad about being moved without my permission and proceed to chuck my shoes at the wall and storm over to my bed to flop down and feel sorry for myself. Talia rubs my back and listens to my angry huffs. "Why was she sitting there like that as though she's been here forever. And why did she look so surprised that I was there?! I LIVE HERE." Talia chuckles slightly, "No, I agree, you should have been told about it if not consulted."

Footsteps on the stairs gain in volume and the two of us look up. Thanatos. The old man has the nerve to come up here to talk to me. "Love, I know that being moved like that is difficult but I wanted her to feel welcome." I shook my head, "You could've at least told me about it. You could have let me have a say in whether or not she came to live here. AND MY ROOM! Give her any other place in the palace but MOVING ME?! FOR HER CONVENIENCE?! BECAUSE SHE 'WANTS MY ROOM'?!" Thanatos is quiet for a moment. A moment too long, "I have unpacking to do father, I would very much appreciate it if you were out of the way. Thank you." And for the first time in 15 years I turned my back on my father.