Okay, so this one is a little short but I think I at least made up for it because its ahead of schedule. Wasn't planning on uploading until the 25th, but here it is! Next chapter is going to be uploaded on the 30th at the latest. Be on the lookout for more awesomeness! I would really appreciate it if you would VOTE or COMMENT or both on this chapter. Always looking for some critiquing. Live large, guys!
~xoxo Britt
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"Nadia, you can't stay in this room forever. You have to great the world sometime," Ester said as she placed a tray of food in my lap. I stared at it blatantly, not feeling very hungry even though the smell coming from the poignant mush was delicious.
"Ester, do you know what it feels like to leave everything you care about behind you? I feel like a part of me has died, for goodness sake! I... I just need some time to grieve and wrap my brain around this insane situation." I admitted, sweeping the hair off my face and tucking it behind an ear. I snuggled deeper into the blankets on my bed and rested my head against the wooden headboard.
"No, I can't say that I do, but Sweetie... It's been an entire week! The people are beginning to gossip!" she exclaimed, a look of horror on her face. I rolled my eyes to conceal the fact that she had pricked my interest.
"And what could they possibly be saying that's so bad it causes you to worry?" I asked sarcastically, bringing my head close to the mushy brown contents of the bowl to get a proper sniff. I smelled honey and my stomach growled in delight. Ester heard and grinned.
"Well, the cook's son is convinced that you're ashamed of your wings and that's why you won't come out of your chambers." Ester tisked, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head. A grey curl bounced out of place from her bun and she casually tucked it back behind one slightly pointed ear.
"That's nonsense! I haven't even got wings yet!" I defended myself, debating whether or not to just dig into the oatmeal or act the part of the lady I was supposed to be becoming and slowly ladle it into my mouth using the spoon.
"Well, I know that, and you know that. The royals know that as well, matter of fact, but the commoners don't. And they're the majority. I swear, you're going to have a bad name before you even begin!" Ester declared, adjusting her brown skirt with her wrinkly hands.
Her brown orange wings flapped behind her, appearing almost like gold in the dim lighting. I traced the silver grey outlines with my eyes. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get used to the sight of such things.
"Well even if I do go out, where am I supposed to go?" I questioned her. I looked down at my white sundress which now functioned as my pajamas. It was riddled with wrinkles and not at all suitable for me to be seen in. "And what am I supposed to wear? I don't exactly own or know proper fairy attire."
Ester grinned, "That's why the royal family employs a royal seamstress! I could have Eliza go with you and help you acquire something pretty!"
Eliza was the youngest of the three who had helped me prepare for my surprise wedding. She was about two years younger than I and we were fast becoming great friends, just as Ester, her grandmother, was quickly becoming like a grandmother to me as well.
Elizabeth, Eliza's mother, never really hung around me. In my opinion she was too serious and I think she could tell because she mostly stayed out of my hair.
