The Nameless Queen

I hated shopping

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The city's inhabitants brushed up against my shoulder, making my fear of personal contact liveable. The smell of salts, coffee, rice, and spice fill my nose mixing together to create that iconic market smell.

Shoving the closest person with my shoulder, I make my way to the looming home of Princess Jonquil. My target and my sol form of money.

I had planned to go right in there and just kill her, but with her public figure so well hidden and general information faltering that would be irresponsible. And I was only irresponsible sometimes.

The bustling sound was cut off by the closing off as I closed the door. The shop was deserted and any sign of its owner was already stripped away. The only other person in the shop was a child, on older than eight, who sat up at the cash register looking boredly at the wall.

With the entering of a customer, the child's attention drifts lazily towards me, scanning me with her peripheral vision. She seems unimpressed by my appearance and her eyes drift back to the non-working clock on the wall.

"Ummm..... Hi." I wasn't really should how to approach her. It wasn't uncommon for parents to leave their kids in charge of their show for a few minutes, but by the looks of things, an adult hadn't entered this shop in years.

Finally, she showed me her eyes and I wished she didn't. Her eyes were dead, gone, eaten by the worries of a kingdom. They were the eyes of someone that history had forgotten. They where the eyes of a defender who tower had fallen and still they didn't die. They where the eyes of a war-savaged child who's soul had felt but still the body remained. "What do you want?" Those deceased eyes minced my fractured soul.

"I was wondering if you sold any clothes suitable for a court lady."

The child lifted her and gave me an are-you-seriously-so-stupid look while her eye screamed for a person to care. "No," she said in an equally bored tone that muted a child's right for joy. Her eyes drifted back to the clock waiting, anticipating form something to happen.

"Where are your parents?" There was something wrong in this shop, something very wrong.

"My parents," Her voice was washed out. "They're coming back a twelve."

Her eyes traveled back up to the clock, and mine followed. I almost choked at the sight before me. The clock read eleven fifty-nine. She had been left, abandoned, forgotten. Alone this child would wait, for a broken clock to tick. To change. But that would never happen.

"Well, do you know where I could get clothes for court?"

The girls are lock onto mine with a sign that spoke for a war's destruction. "You can get them from Mary Cooper a few blocks over on the richer side of town. You walk to the end of this street take a left, then you take the seconds right and it is about ten buildings down, near the bakery."

I gave the girl a curt nod of thanks and slipped out the door, the bell jingling as I left. The thought of her stilled dancing in my mind.

***

It didn't really take much looking to find Mary Cooper's shop, its distinct paint made it stand out right away. The eclectic array of colours emanated across the block, forcing away anyone but the rich and flaring. Lady with questionable morals lingered outside chatting and flaunting their cleavage.

My dark, hooded appearance made the colour full air mend away from me, making me the least conspicuous person here.

I efficiently toke of my cloak revealing the casual light blue dress beneath. I hated dresses.

The interior of the shop wasn't any quieter than the outside. Lady rushed around pulling out cloth and commenting on other dresses. One lady stood in the center of the room with nothing more than a corset, underpants, and hoops on, while others around here recommended fabrics.

"Hello," Chirped a way to happy human. "How can I help you?"

The assistant was dressed like the shop, with a miscellaneous of hues collected in layered skirts. Brown, green and purple bow invaded her hair, while silks and cotton floated around her legs. "I was looking to buy court dresses and I was told you might have some."

The girl giggled, "Well of course we do. Come with me, we'll get your sizes and then you can pick out some colours." She bustled off into a change room and told me to undress.

***

Hours later I slammed out that shop with a vengeance. God I hated shopping for clothes. The dress bag I carried was filled with ten stunning dresses that I wanted to rip up in my annoyance and hatred of that shop. I almost cringed at the thought that I would be back next week for more. But these dress where the stepping stone for this plan. And now that I had them I could play my game.