Wintersmoon

Chapter 8- Could I Castrate The King?

Previously
    Gasping, my eyes locked onto another pair of, shockingly electric, blue eyes, staring directly at me.
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It was Reys. A mere servant, eh? And here he was attending a gathering of the Royals, most important nobles and the King's advisors.
I made my way towards him, all the eyes lay on me. I noticed a woman to my left sneer at me and whisper something to her cohort of stuck up pig-like creatures with upturned noses from sneering to much. The group giggled at what I guess was a hilarious prod at me -note the sarcasm- and I smiled widely at them. They flared their large nostrils, narrowing their beady little eyes at me.
A girl to their left, who was part of their group, was dressed in a corn blue silk gown. She smiled sympathetically and mouthed 'sorry'.
At least one of them had a heart that wasn't constructed of ice and greed.
Twisting my neck to look back to the vivid eyes staring at me, I began to make my way towards them once again. No distractions this time.
"So, not just a servant?" I hissed in his ear.
"So, not just an orphan?" He replied back, curiously but with his signature smirk. He quirked an eyebrow.
"How was I supposed to know!" I was trying not to raise my voice but his face was infuriating. Could he not just reply instead of give me a question in response?
"Hem hem..." Somebody tapped my shoulder a few times.
    "What do you want?" I yelled, making everyone turn to stare.
     Spinning round, I went to start on this poor person who was really just in the wrong place at the wrong time. My eyes widened at the sight of who I had just rudely shouted at.
    He wore black clothes, streaked with gold. A slight pot belly hung over the waistline of his trousers and his eyes were narrowed in hatred. His eye twitched as he registered what I'd just said. But the thing that stood out the most was the golden, jewel-embedded crown atop his balding head.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" He cries. His eyes widened, disgusted.
"I'm sorry I didn't know who—"
"Sure, sure. That's what they all say. And maybe you think because you're Royal you're better than me? Well I'm Royal too and I'm the boss here." The King of Everlit stared at me, eye level.
I straightened my back, standing up fully. I looked down at him, intimidatingly. His grey hair shone in the light.
"Don't you dare try to talk down to me. For 15 years and 364 days I've believed that I was a 'peasant' that you oh-so-mighty Royals look down on. So no I don't think I'm above or below you. Is it the fact that I'm a girl that worries you? Or is it the fact that I'm a girl who's taller than you who may possibly be in line for the throne? WELL, I DON'T WANT THE THRONE! So you can shove that crown right up where the sun doesn't shine, my 'equal'."
    Looking at him for a reply, I scoffed, very unladylike. The old fool stuttered, it was visible that no one had ever spoken to the arse hole like he should have been.
    Speedily turning on the heel of my foot, I rapidly departed from the scene. A grin spread across my face as I laughed at the stupidity of this life.
    I had the audacity to scream insults at the King of Everlit. On my birth date, I wouldn't have even stepped one foot near the palace, let alone yell at the highest authority of the land... I was Changing and maybe not for the good. The grin fell from my face.