Essence of Gisella (One Shot)

This was for a competition by @InkSpottle. 

Essence of Gisella

Eyes as black as the night and skin as white as the snow that fall in the Alps, there she was staring at the beast. A beast with teeth sharper than the sharpest knife, a beast anyone with a brain would ignore. When the beast acknowledges her existence she makes a gurgling sound, as if she herself was a beast.  The beast came to rest in front of the strange girl and lays his head low to the ground. And the beast is forever under the mercy of the girl. The girl with the power of a noble, the blood of a queen and the heart of a warrior.

At that moment I awake from the dream, the feeling of awe still strong in my heart. I shake the feeling, because it was just a dream. The dream felt real though, very real. I wish I can go back to ask the girl who she is. If I can just fall asleep again, then I hear the bell. The bell that wake up all the ladies that live in the castle. I stand up and walk to the basin of hot water already prepared. I shed my clothing and wash the sleep of my body.

 "Milady, what colour do you want to wear today?" I hear the maid behind me ask.

 "I think I feel like wearing white today, thank you Alana." I say as I start to dry myself.

 "What are we doing today?" I ask Alana as I turn towards her. Alana has been my maid now since I turned 16. She is very beautiful under the brown skin caused by hours of work in the hot sun. She has vivid green eyes and her coffee brown hair is cut short. Just like her hair, Alana herself is very short.

 "Well milady, the Prince said that all the ladies should go to the tournament today. He said that it is the last day, and expect every single lady to be present." She says while clothing me.

 "I can’t believe this man. He is so full of himself. If I did not want to disappoint my father I would have told that Prince a thing or two."

 "Of course you would Milady." She says in a hushed tone. Of course I let it slide. Like people say, take it from whom it comes.  Alana is a very feisty girl, she would have been sent away a long time ago by any other lady. I like her though.

The door open then and a red-head girl appear.

 "Breakfast is ready Milady."

 "Thank you." As I finish saying those two words she nods her head and leave.

 I finish dressing myself while Alana braids my hair down my back. I stand up as I feel that she is done and put on the white slippers in front of me. We both walk toward the door and Alana opens it. I walk into hallway with a roof decorated by gems and crystal chandeliers that lead the way. I can even see my reflection in the white marble floors as I walk. I pass twenty doors and turn right into another hallway. Silence rule here, even my light footsteps make too much sound. I take another right and I start to hear the soft notes of a harp. I turn around towards Alana.

“Do I still look acceptable?” I ask her and a smile appears on her face.

“Yes Milady. You look exactly the way you did when we left the room.”

I don’t even respond and walk towards the doors of the dining room. Two uniformed men open the door and I step inside.

 Eyes turn to me as I enter and away just as fast as they return to their conversations. The room is scented with fresh baked bread and a hint of every lady’s perfume. I walk over to the table and sit down next to two gentlemen who are busy staring at a map. They don’t even look up as I sit down. A cup of tea and scones appear in front of me.

“Thank you, Alana.” I say and take a sip from the blue china. I try to take a look at the map the men are bent over, but the man next to me just shift into my line of sight.  I give up and take a bite out of the scone.