In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
A mouthpiece for the people, a figurine for the world.
"Now you've gone too far this time, Lavania!"
"What do you think you were doing when you spoke to a representative from the Sunrise Sentinel, hm? You didn't think your words would cause a commotion amongst the aristocracy?"
I rolled my eyes.
I guess I should have known there was a possibility that the article written about the apothecary would catch wind with the nobles, especially since the target of focus was me, a partner of said pharmacy. I just had the habit of when someone asked me a question, even if I had no intention of responding them to reply back to it. I was always rather blunt in my speech too; everything was to be taken literally so it could throw people off if they simply read it off a paper versus just hearing me speak.
The Sunrise Sentinel was a commoner's paper, very rarely did nobles find themselves reading such "rubbish" as they liked to call it, when in fact, it was the Emporium Bulletin that they followed that was filled with empty-headed arguments and paid-for ads to entice them to go and spend the abhorrent capital they already had at their disposal.
The fact my words got into the hands and ears of high society was a matter of someone happening to read the article and probably getting upset at my words only to relay it to another individual and thus, the circle of gossip continued.
I didn't care, clearly by the way I was behaving in front of my mother and father though they didn't seem to share the same sentiments.
"I was thinking anything actually. Just answering questions that were asked." My eyes brushed over the paper with the article printed on there and arched my eyebrow, "Why are you even reading it? It's a commoner's paper and usually, nobles don't waste their time on such words they don't deem important. If the commoners are so unimportant why would my words carry any weight?" I questioned her.
My mother growled, crunching the paper in between her hands, so much the neat paper wrinkled under her force, "Lavania... now is not the time for technicalities and comments about why I am reading the paper! The fact of the matter is that the nobles caught wind of your words and are upset and demanding an apology."
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This time I turned and met her eyes, "An apology? For what exactly?"
Mother pulled the paper to her face again and read over the words that annoyed everyone the most, "If the commoners are listening and reading. I would like them to understand that no matter what the people of this world tell them about their status or upbringing, they are worth more than that. They deserve to live well, to be healthy, to be fed, to be housed, and clothed, and to have meaning in their lives. I may just be one person and a lot of people may not trust me due to my background. But just as I didn't choose what my lineage would be, so have you... we are all just victims of our circumstances and to allow each other the opportunity to prove our sides to one another." She finished reading and pulled the paper back down with an abrupt slap to the side of her dress.
