Spoiled

Plans, Maps, & Magic

      This is all going waaay too slowly! thought Janey as she lay in bed, her head buried in the pillows.

      I hate to say it, but Abilenella is spoiled rotten. That temper of hers is unbearable! Those poor girls; they've had to go through this for far longer than I! Clear your mind, Janey! Think this through, what have you analyzed?

      Abi seems to be very envious, of who though, I'm unsure. (It was like Janey not to realize that the princess was jealous of her. It was one of her faults - she wouldn't understand why anyone would be envious of her.)

She has grown used to getting what she wants, at other people's expense.

She does not see anyone as her equal.

She is proud.

She is completely blind to the fact that Avatharis doesn't really like her.

King Chuck is spoiling her because Abi looks so much like his dead wife.

Oh, and she has such a temper because she doesn't know how to take no for an answer.

      How am I going to do this? She's just spoiled from the way she was brought up! I don't think I have enough guts to tell the king he's spoiling Abi. After all, the King is guilty about not spending time with her, and giving her everything she wants is just his way of loving her. How am I to call the king off for that? UGH! Janey ran her fingers through her hair.

      The duke, he was different. What he had was the kind of problem that I'm used to: someone who is acting quite rotten, I am afraid to say, because of deep heartbreak or ignorance or oblivion, the normal stuff. I am not accustomed to immature tantrums and princesses pampered for a reason. This is the opposite of what I know how to handle. Instead of the Princess suffering from etc, etc. It's the king who's suffering, and she's the consequence of it!

      She'll never understand what the taxes are doing to the people, unless she sees for herself. And her father would never let her. She'll bring Cascada right into destruction! She won't ever be able to see anything in other people's shoes. What am I going to do?

      Janey waited for her mind to clear, then began to listen closely.

      The crickets' choruses could be heard weaving their way up to the skies. The frogs croaked merrily to one another. The soft plopping of each frog leaping into the water rang in the still night. A soft breeze slowly drifted in through the open window, carrying the melodies from a little farm girl far off. The words twisted and spun. Different and new words spiraled in the air.

      "Wait.... Wait.... Wait.... The time is coming... Disaster will fall.... With it goodness will come...," the voice told her. "Be patient....The time is coming...."

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      The next morning, Janey and Martha were the first ones up.

      "Martha, is it not seven-o-clock already?" Janey asked, slightly amused. She glanced around at the sleeping girls all around them.

      "Oh, it's not uncommon. The princess wakes well into noon. Don't mind her, only King Chuck and his counselors will be awake. I'll show you around." Martha put her white gown on, and handed Janey one. "You should wear this, for fear of another detention. Where is your tiara? You should put it in this cupboard of our personal items, before the Princess takes it."