Lady- Anne grey

Part thirteen: Meredith May

"Wait, so your telling me your a part of an enormous Alaskan tribe and you live  in the middle of a forest....in England?"
Melissa asked, squinting her eyes.
" yup," Silvia replied, simply.
"Ok I just wanted to get that straight,"

"Silvia you shouldn't have fled," grandmother willow said, looking concerned.
" grandmother what choice did I have, they would've burned her at the stake, you know how much father hates humans, besides, he-"
"Why does your father hate humans so much?" Melissa interrupted, looking mad.
" umm..." she anxiously said, looking at grandmother willow.
" it's ok, I trust them," grandmother willow immediately said, nodding.
" ok," Silvia started, getting a small pile of flour and a stick," it started with our tribe, we worship the moon, and at night, we have huge ceremonies and celebrations. Then we have the humans, who were our allies hundreds of years ago, obviously, we need our own land, so we decided to split the land," she drew a line halfway between the pile of flour," this was our half and this was the human's we made a vow that we would never steal or interfere with they're part of land, and they did the same. Several years passed and they were starting to break they're vow, and one day, they invaded and they won the war we had, so they claimed some of our land." She used the stick to move the flour to the human side," they had almost 4 times as many soldiers as we did, and we tried not to attack them, as we were a peaceful tribe. Then they invaded again and again, our people were dropping like flies, and by the end of it, we were left with nothing...." she said, moving what was left of the flour over to the human side, and buried the bottom of the stick in the flour so it stood upright. " and that's why my father hates all humans." She said.
No one spoke, and Melissa regret how rude she was earlier, but she didn't apologise.

A few minutes passed and the girl that Silvia had saved became conscious. She gasped for air, then clutched her chest, and spoke is the poshest accent I had ever heard," w-where am I, who are you peasants?"
" peasants, I saved your life!" Silvia shrieked.
The girl looked around, and picked up a long, narrow vase; she stood up on the sofa and looked deadly serious," stand back, ill attack you if you take one pace toward me, I'm warning you,"

We all burst out will laughter, she looked ridiculous, with dripping mascara, staining her satin white dress and skin tight corset. Her lips were bright red, in a heart shape, looking like painting and her hair was a chestnut brown, alongside her hazel eyes and she held a petite, lacy fan. She was a beautiful, stereo- typical girl. " what is so hilarious?!" She squealed, " wait until my father hears about this! He's the bishop and he'll have you all beheaded!"
" wait, bishop?" I asked," my father is the king!"
She looked stunned, " yeah right! Prove it!"
" ok, well if I wasn't the princess, then how would I know that your father is called Henry Baker and he comes to our castle every Sunday for a roast feast, and your name is Meredith May."
I replied, head held high.

Her facial expression was priceless," w- wait, VICTORIA?!?! IS THAT YOU?!" She screamed, flinging herself onto me...