Bloody Death

June 17th

Grace couldn't sleep that night. she stayed up all night just thinking about what she had told him. She was just asked to marry his brother but yet she admits her feelings for him.. Grace is torn between a bitter heart and a soft, broken spirit. Heart bitterness has caused her even more pain while her soul cries for peace. Today, she decided to try and listen to her spirit.

Grace: Breakfast could not be served faster?

Lucy: Well, I never expected that from the likes of you. Why so eager?

Grace: A fresh start. A new heart.

Lucy: Did your little Prince enlighten you?

Grace: The subject of the matter shall not be spoken of.

Lucy: Alright miss fancy. You shall deliver this to Lover Prince's room first.

Grace: Lover.. Prince?

Lucy: Of course darling. Prince Michael or Prince LaJune. Pick one and deliver.

She said as she shoved a tray at Grace.

Grace: If you must mean the one who's a fool for me..

Lucy: Prince of your dreams or Prince of your nightmares. Pick.

Grace sighed as she went down the hall and gave the food to Prince Adrayll. She decided that she didn't have to chose either of them.

Lucy: Who did you pick?

Grace grinned and looked over her should as she shrugged.

Grace: Neither.

Lucy: Playing smart, are we?

Grace: Perhaps.

Lucy knows very little on how to speak in the fancy language Grace does.

Lucy: Well, you shall take there trays and finish your whereabouts before sunrise.

Grace: I believe the royal family awakens at noon.

Lucy: Nonsense. They are preparing for a most formal occasion.

Grace: A ball..

She said, trying not to sound too dreamy.

Lucy: Face it Grace. You long o dance at the ball.. Tell you what, I was assigned to help serve. My job is yours.

Grace: What if I shall fall? Or trip? Or.. Or..

Lucy: Do not stress Grace. You will only serve the people.

Grace: Alright.. Dancing is my fear.

Lucy: You are a good dancer Grace, just try not to.

Grace smiled and went to finish her errands. Princess Dameta was next.

Grace: Good morning Princess Dameta.

Janet: Grace, such a darling you are to me.

Grace: 'Tis only my duty your highness.

Janet: Grace.. You love my brother Michael, but yet, my brother Jermaine cannot help but wilt away over you. He is a helpless romantic.

Grace: He asked for my hand yesterday..

Janet: You answered?

Grace: No.. I was knocked over by the door..

Janet: Who opened it?

Grace: Prince Michael..

Janet: Then what issue occurred?

Grace: He refused to let my arms free. Then.. He found me again.. In the Garden. My anger boiled me to tears and my feelings for him gained a voice of its own before realization hit me and I ran away.