Imperfect Queen

Of crowns and thorns

Agatha woke up to as she always does, in her room, in her house near the graveyard, up for a lonely normal day. With drops of water leaking from the small opening in the ceiling, constantly dripping down on the floor beneath it, which couldn't be fixed because it was too expensive, she tumbled out of her cozy bed. After facing the fact it was already 7;00 , she simply woke up begrudgingly, and stumbled to her closet. She then proceeded pulled the first thing she grabbed; black skirt, peasant grey shirt, black vest and finally got the same black clumps from always. She got out of her cramped bedroom to go to the cramped living room, and she saw her mom holding about three different types of plants in her hands, probably she was running out of healing herbs, after all being the town's physician.

"Running out of herbs?" Agatha asked, about 99% sure of the answer.

"Yes," her mother replied, as Agatha expected, which led to her internally groaning. "I think you know what that means."

It was time for Agatha to go to the Endless Woods or Sophie's house for that matter, and grab some herbs for Callis. Perfect. Not that she had anything else to do with her life. Now she has to go to the forest to get some herbs that she can't remember what they're named.

"I'll go get my cloak" Agatha offered. Going to the forest wasn't bad, in fact, she liked it, but doing this isn't her favorite task. Her mom was independent enough to do this.

"Why don't you ask that friend of yours? She probably has some, seeing as she has colossal amounts of money compared to us." Her mother said. By "friend", she meant Sophie.

Sophie did have more money than the two of them, given as her father was a carpenter in need all the time. They had a better income, and it showed. Sophie's dresses were very fine, and they came in all the colors you could imagine, with embroidery patterns that gleamed in the sunlight and fitted the dress color perfectly. The fabrics were made out of the one of the finest silks in Gavaldon, but considering they were a small town in the middle of nowhere, it may not be all that fine at all.

Seeing as they could afford such extravagant items, they always had herbs that were equally extravagant. Which meant Agatha had to borrow them. Or take them.

"I'll ask her," Agatha said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, going out and slamming the door loudly behind her.

"Ask for lemon balm, peppermint parsley and Echinacea!" She yelled after Agatha.

"Lemon balm, peppermint parsley, and Echinacea," Agatha repeated in her head. "Lemon balm, peppermint, parsley, and Echinacea."

Agatha walked through the graveyard, knowing that today was just a regular, normal day.

The walk to Sophie's house is not that bad, it is rather close to Agatha's house. What happens is that Sophie lives in a small hill, and Agatha is not in her best shape (Considering the fact that she is pale, and skinny, and homely at worst). Sophie's house is at least three times bigger than Agatha's as well. The house is concealed behind some elm trees, with a plain white house with a maroon door, small window and a garden with a couple of dandelions. It is picturesque in Agatha's opinion. She brought a hand to the door, knocking on the wooden door and waiting for Sophie to come, Agatha tapped her feet and soon saw Sophie's face light up.

"Aggie! What are you doing here?" Sophie asked.

Some people wondered how these two were friends, actually, the whole village does. Some think Agatha put some witchy spell on Sophie, but Sophie one day went to her house and started talking to her, against Agatha's will. They were complete opposites, physically and personality wise. Sophie had blonde, long hair, with stunning emerald eyes, and to compliment that, she was always happy. It was noxious to Agatha's health. Agatha, on the other side, had short, black hair, and eyes as dark as the night sky. She was oddly pale and anti-social. It even puzzles her why Sophie is her friend, but she was glad they were friends.