Escaping The Tragedies Of This Family!

Act 4 - The empire's Mad Dog

Sitting inside a carriage felt like a fairy tale, I kept my eyes out the window majority of the ride and kicked my feet watching the trees move along with the horses. Danielle was sitting across from me, with multiple bags of jewellery beside her all full to the brim, anyone could make out what was inside considering the protruding outline on the bag's skin. I poked half of my body outside the window to Louche, who was sitting in front managing the horses. "Are we there yet?"

"Not yet! Patience is key!" He chortled, then he looked back for a split second and freaked out seeing how dangerous my position was before screaming at me, "Young miss get back inside the carriage!" 

I bursted out laughing before tucking myself inside again, humming a low song, before seeing a pair of eyes on me. 

Danielle sat there almost solemnly, she had her hands clasped together resting on her lap, her hair in a low ponytail rather than her usual tight bun and she changed into something more suiting for a market. "Is there something on my face?" I asked. She shook her head in response.

"Then what is it? you've been staring at me like you're constipated." 

She gave me a disgusted look.

"I'm sorry." I gulped, "Are you though?.. Sorry ignore me."

"It's just.." she murmured, referring to what happened back at the minor, an hour before the carriage ride. 

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"And that's the plan," I chuckled with a proud grin on my face, "some could say my plan is flawless."

"Flawless?" Danielle scoffed, her mouth gaping open. Her eyes averted to the bags I was holding. Thats when she knew what was going to happen and before she could get a hold of them, I sprinted over the balcony and tossed the bags over the railing. "NO!" Danielle cried out bolting over to the rails. The bags made a loud thud as more came raining down.

"My lady, what are you doing?!" Danielle exclaimed, clasping her head as she watched me with wide eyes.

"It'll be easier to transport this way," I said with a goofy thumbs up.

"You could've asked the other servants to bring these bags down!" She began lecturing me like a stern mother, but I just stood there, my head hanging, letting her words go through in one ear and out the other mindlessly. "You could've hit someone down there! Does the madam even know what you're up to? Does anyone in the house aside from me know about this market stall you're opening?"

"Danielle, please stop," I sighed.

"What if those bags get stolen–"

I held up my hand, silencing her mid-sentence. "Danielle, please—"

"MY LADY!" she shrieked. 

"No one knows, and no one needs to know," I groaned, casually picking at my ear with my pinky. Sure, it might be a smart move to let the household know what their spoiled Tila has been up to. It would likely lead to some changes in how others treat her and might even earn me some recognition, maybe even help build my status within the house. But if the Lord or Madam of the Lovelace family caught wind of their bratty daughter's scheme? Who knows how they'd react. The chances of punishment seem very high as they also care a lot about their reputation as a powerful duchy. 

A Lovelace noble mingling with low status nobles and commoners, running her own jewellery shop? Their precious, good-for-nothing daughter selling off her jewellery? That could easily be seen as a serious offence, I might end up being chased away; reason insanity.