Queen's Adviser

Chapter 62

*Elizabeth's P.O.V*

"I knew I had to go potty! I was already planning on going so I don't know why you feel the need to remind me and take me," I tell Mommy, crossing my arms over my chest as I give her a dirty look for embarrassing me like this.

"I have no doubt that you did know," Mommy says, actually letting go of my hand. I look at her in dismay for a moment, opening my mouth before shutting it. How dare she let go of my hand! She was my mommy and she wasn't ever supposed to do that.

"I did know," I tell her again, wanting to make sure that she knows.

"Sure you did," Mommy agrees, making me pout. It sounded like she didn't believe me. That was so mean, I would have believed her if she told me.

"Are you going to keep complaining and dancing or are you going to go potty?" Mommy asks, continuing before I can retort.

"Do you need help? Is this your way of asking for help? Is that it?" She asks, reaching for my hand to take once again.

"Mommy! I don't need help! I'm not a baby!" I protest as I jerk my hand away, pouting at her for daring to try and grab my hand after she was the one that let go in the first place.

She was trying to treat me like a baby and I did not appreciate it in the slightest. I was most certainly not a baby who needed her to take me to the potty! I could do it on my own and didn't need her in the slightest!

"Then go to the bathroom, Elizabeth. Otherwise I'll have no other choice but to assume you want help and for me to do everything for you," Mommy says, frowning with displeasure when I stomp my foot at her words.

She raises an eyebrow, opening her mouth to say something but shutting it when I cross my arms over my chest to sulk as I turn around, going into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, a little too hard based on the way the door rattles slightly. I freeze, waiting for the scolding that I am sure that I am going to receive.

I don't hear anything after a moment though so I quickly lock the door and smooth out my dress. I carefully lift it up, glaring at the stupid trainers that I am wearing. I tug my trainers down, a frown on my lips as I think about just taking them off. However that would mean going commando and I hated the idea of that as Mommy will surely find out and redden my exposed bottom like she always has.

I hurry up to go potty, ready to just get out of this place, and not because I really needed to go. I mean I loved all the dresses but I think if I tried to stay forever Mommy would probably strangle me. I giggle at the thought of her being that mad as I wash my hands quickly. Not too quickly though or else she would just make me come back to redo it. I dry my hands off before I unlock the door and step out.

Mommy offers me her hand and I hesitantly take it, relieved that she isn't mad at me. However that relief is short lived when she leans in close to whisper in my ear.

"You do not slam doors, especially not doors in public and in my face. Do it again and there will be consequences," Mommy scolds, making me nod my head quickly.

The quicker I agreed, the quicker we would be back in the carriage and on our way to visit the family and not in trouble. I do a small spin in my dress, giggling slightly when Mommy lifts her hand up so that I can spin really good while holding her hand.

I very quickly get dizzy, something Mommy notices as she scoops me up and rests me on her hip. I pout at her, upset that she was carrying me. Well not really now that I thought about it, I was just upset that other people could see me and how she actually sneakily checked my trainers to confirm I was still in them and dry. So I find the best solution and tuck my head into her shoulder to hide from it all.

"Hmm, what are you hiding for?" Mommy asks, tickling my sides. I squeal slightly as I squirm in her arms, trying to escape her fingers digging into my ribs. Finally she stops, only when my giggles turn into me struggling to catch my breath.

"Mommy mean," I huff slightly as I push my face further into the crook of her neck, enjoying the darkness. Her hand pats my bottom slightly as she fixes my dress.

I whine when she shifts me around, lifting my head up as she walks. As soon as we're out of the shop I try to shield my eyes again but I can't help but look around.

"Here baby," Mommy shifts me, trying to push my pacifier into my mouth. I huff slightly, only taking it since she also offered me my stuffie at the same time. I hadn't even realized that I had lost her at one point. So maybe it was a good thing that Mommy was holding onto her in her never ending bag of secrets. That way she didn't get lost!

I fiddle with her fur, trying to smooth it out as I look around. My eyes are instantly drawn to the toyshop when we pass it, my eyes drawn to the doll I had seen earlier. I stare at it longingly, sad that I wasn't going to get it. Unless...I could always ask.

"Mommy," I say softly, tugging on her sleeve even though I am already sitting back in her arms so that she can see me better.

"Yes darling?" Mommy asks, giving me her attention.

"Doll," I say pointing at the toy store, pouting when her brows furrowed and she shakes her head.

"I am sorry baby, we can't afford any more delays without being incredibly late. Besides, I'm pretty sure that doll has already been bought and has a home she's going to," Mommy says which is absolutely the wrong thing so I just bury my head back into her shoulder and pout.

I wanted that doll! She kind of looked like me so she would be perfect to have on my bed and I could lie and say it was custom made for me so that's why I kept it close if anyone ever found out.

"Darling, it's going to be okay. I promise," Mommy says as she rests one of her hands on the back of my head, her other arm supporting me. I shake my head, refusing to talk. That would be her punishment! For the entire carriage ride to the reunion I wouldn't talk to her! That would certainly show her.