Wintersmoon

Chapter 6- Big Things Come In Big Packages

    That was the last thing I remembered before the darkness consumed me.
    I woke up in a fancy bedroom. I was smothered in luxurious grey silk quilts. A canopied bed towered over me, hiding me away from the bright sunlight streaming form the window.
    Across from me sat a large fireplace, prepared with logs for the next Frostnite. Thankfully we hadn't had one in over a fortnight so no one had died yet. On the wall to my right hung a gargantuan mirror, probably bigger than the walls in my bedroom at home and next to it were two paintings. One depicted a bright, scenic landscape filled with flowers of all sorts in a forest with trees that grew as high as small mountains. The other was more dark and was clearly the same place decades before or after; the same trees were still there but the rotten bark was peeling off them and the flowers had all withered and been trodden into the ground. The trees had all been snapped off half way and in the background I could see glass structures so tall they were piercing through the top of the clouds. And there were orange boxes with the letters 'T','A','X' and 'I' in some foreign language, that conveniently used our lettering, imprinted largely on the side. Big black circles fitted in underneath them.
    The interior designer obviously had some poetic tastes. Two white walls behind me and in front of me worked well with the light grey wall to my right and the little space left on my right that wasn't occupied by the window.
    I hauled myself out of the bed and slowly shuffled towards the window. The rays of sunlight felt nice upon my delicately freckled, pale skin, warming me up slightly.
    A knock on the door startled me and I jumped out of my skin. A large white-painted wooden door stood near the paintings, on the wall next to them. The borders of the door were carved ornately with shapes and patterns.
I cautiously tip-toed towards the door. As I got closer, it seemed to loom over me, intimidatingly, almost as if it were laughing at my height.
I stretched out my hand, warily, towards the brass door knob, twisting it to the left. I stepped back to watch the door slowly creek open.
Behind the doorframe, now stood a servant dressed on a black satin silk. He stood proudly, his head held high with a ruffled mop of dirty blonde hair on top. He had full lips and a straight, slightly upturned nose that vain girls would literally kill for. He smiled fairly and presented me with a silver platter consisting of orange juice, sliced fruit in a bowl and pastries.
"Here you go, mi'lady. I hope you have a fine day." He said, his sneer covered with a mask of politeness.
"Don't give me any of that mi'lady bullshit. I'm one of you lot. Where am I?" I asked, throwing the sneer right at him.
His eyes widened and he looked taken aback. Then his eyes drifted to the side of my head and he took a step back, Bowing his head in respect.
"I am sorry miss. I did not realise who I was speaking to. And I highly doubt that you are one of us." He apologised, seemingly begging me to forgive him.
"No, I'm not one of you. I can't even get a job. And where am I?" I repeated, confused.
"You're in the palace, your highness."
****A/N****
Why is she in the palace?! Well I have more than ten readers of the first chapter so I suppose that's one goal complete!
Have a nice day/night!

Xoxo, MissManic