My Rainy Day Prince

Trapped In Her Anger

"Maid. Maid, does this night gown flatter my body?"

"Yes your majesty, you look spectacular in it."

"And my husband? Do you think he'll like it?"

"Yes."

"Francois, be a darling and do my hair."

"Yes my queen."

"Hold on, Maid, your hair is far too long isn't it? Doesn't it get in the way?"

"Of course not your majesty. I love my hair, it's my identity."

"I say you cut it, what do you think Francois?"

"Whatever suits her best."

"Cut it all off. Girl, go sit on that stool in front of the mirror."

"Yes your majesty."

I held back tears as the queen's servant came up behind me with scissors. He frowned as he began to cut, placing a hand over my eyes. When he finally uncovered them, my hair was barely touching my shoulders. Francois cut some more of it, leaving it short. Hugging my face in it's thin delicacy.

"Dont worry beautiful, it'll grow back quickly."

"Francois since you're done, come style my hair. Maid, go fetch some fruit."

I ran down the stairs of the tower, and out of the door. My tears fell in streams and I gasped as I bumped into a broad chest. I wiped my face and looked up. Before I could apologize I realized that it was Diamond who stared down at me. He ran his finger under my hair and then through my hair. Sadness creeping onto his face.

"Who did this to you."

"Youre wife said it was too long."

"Oh Tempeste, oh my love. I am so sorry."

Diamond held tightly onto me, and sighed. Stroking my hair ever so softly. Showing far more affection then he should have.

"Maid, get your filthy hands off of my husband!"

"Now you look here Helena. We are doing what you want us to. But if you ever, in your life, even dream of making her cry again... It won't be pretty. Leave her be. You hateful woman. Is it because her beauty outshines yours that you'd wish to cut her hair off?"

"You are my husband! You are my King! She is nothing but a dirty maid!"

"I don't want to hear it. Tempeste, go rest. Helena let's go."

I ran to the solace of the servants quarters, and wept myself to sleep.

"Did you make sure she was somewhere where no one would find her?"

"Yes your majesty."

"I want her to suffer only give her stale bread and dirty water. She can sit in her filth."

"Yes your majesty."

"Don't let anyone find out about this."

"I wouldn't dream of it my queen."

"Oh god, what'll we do?"

"Ella and Maryellen keep calm. We'll find her okay. We just have to be careful. One of us will become close to Francois try to sneak the key from him.. girls we'll find him."

"But who can? He's so secluded."

"I can."

"Who are you?"

"I'm his older sister. My name is Fran. I've followed him ever since that wicked woman brainwashed him. Your friend, I'll help you find her. You just have to trust me."

"Anything for our girl."