Game of Royals

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 "You ladies can go to sleep first; I will take care of this." I said. In silence they nodded in agreement, then they took their leave. Then I turned my attention back to Charlotte who was still crying a river.

"Charlotte." I said as I moved to sit beside her. Her face remained buried.

"Charlotte, look at me." I said again. This time she lifted her head up slowly and turned to face me. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but it was still not enough to ruin her image.

"Leave me alone..."

"I've come to talk to you."

"I don't want to listen to you..."

"Don't expect any pretty words from me, because what you are about to hear is the truth, and nothing but the truth."

"No! I don't want to listen to you! Leave me alone!" she covered her ears like a child trying to shut out the world.

"I am not your daddy first of all. And this is not home."

She still kept on screaming repeatedly the last few sentences.

"Don't get me confused. I am not planning to stay here any longer than I have to. Don't worry, we will be saved and get out of this place, before you even know it."

"You're obviously lying!" She screamed. Well that was half a lie.

"Partially, but that's because you're giving up already. Back at home you had servants to take care of you; here we are the best you got, so all you have to do is rely on us. Ok?" I said, and she seemed much calmer now.

"No, I don't like this place... I still want to go home..." she said trying to wipe away her tears. I grabbed some toilet paper from the case and gave it to her.

"But this isn't tissue!" she complained.

"There are all the same." I said.

"No! A tissue is used for wiping away tears, toilet paper is used for your..."

"Ok, I get it." I cut her of short before she embarrassed the life from herself.

She became quiet.

"Charlotte, are you following me?"

"Yes, it's just that...I am so tired but I can't fall asleep..."

"You want me to tell you a bedtime story?" I joked.

She blushed, and there was a brief silence before she continued:

"My mother used to read me them, until she..."

"Alright, I tell you a bedtime story. So what do you want to hear?" I realized I was helping her follow her childish footsteps, but it didn't matter to me. It was Charlotte anyways.

"You tell me one I haven't heard." She did not cry, which was a miracle.

"The Three Little Pigs?" I suggested.

"Heard that one already."

"Red Riding Hood?"

"Heard it too."

"Pinocchio?"

"That too."

"Fine I will make up one." then gears began turning in my head, as I fashioned a great story, one that actually made me proud.

"Alright, I just thought of the story, though I you need to help me make up the names."

"Ok!" she sounded like an enthusiastic child again.