we are shunned.

MORGAN

                The sun had just begun to rise in the Alpha district, signifying the start of the day. However, the entire royal palace, including the entire waiting staff and servants, were all up and running, trying to please the fickle members of the royal family. This included Morgan, who was already in uniform and attending to the prince and his girlfriend.

                How she hated the royal family. The royal family itself consisted of a queen, a king, a prince, and a princess. Of course, then there were those abysmal cousins that she could never remember, all given various titles just to make them seem powerful, even though they just sat there and did nothing- basically useless.

                Of course, that’s why she had been hired. To serve those who were too lazy to do it themselves. At least I’m getting paid for this, she thought to herself miserably. Maugrim, the stuck-up prince, was a never-ending trigger of  her hatred, and he always managed to find a way to tick her off. Of course, he had red hair, which meant that talking back to him would mean an instant slap in the face.

               “Morgan, get us some scones for breakfast,” Maugrim yawned, climbing to the top of the stairs, onto the top floor of a glass tower, where she was trying to balance a large quantity of desserts while cleaning up the room for his arrival. He plopped down onto the couch, ruining her perfect setup that she had been arranging seconds before. Morgan gritted her teeth, then nodded, and headed down the stairs to try to find the scones that Maugrim had requested.

                Morgan made her way through the elaborate halls into the kitchen, which was covered with fog from the steam being emitted from who-knew-where. Naturally, they were getting breakfast ready, and there were silver carts lined up, ready to be rolled out and distributed among the residents of the palace. Most of the cooks had brown hair; the quintessence of middle-class, and therefore the best for precise jobs such as cooking. Low-class enough to yell at in case something went wrong, but still high enough to be shown in public if necessary. How pathetic.

                Grabbing a cart, Morgan carefully rolled it out of the kitchen, trying to make sure that nothing shifted positions. The last time that had happened, Morgan ended up with jelly all over her uniform, and a slap on the face from Maugrim, who had been annoyed at her incompetence. She could still remember her eyes burning from the tears that had rapidly formed in her eyes and the harsh sound of Maugrim continuously ranting about how she should be more careful or else she’d be fired.

                Waiting for the elevator to rise to the top floor, where Maugrim was, she stared out of the glass elevator, looking down to the countryside below her. So this is what the Alpha district is like, Morgan murmured to herself. She had never actually been here except for her palace duties. It was so different from the Omega district, and if anything, Morgan longed to live a life like this. Oh, why couldn’t I have been born with red hair? She begged, pleading to a higher power.

                The elevator dinged with a cheerful click, opening to reveal a room occupied by two people- Maugrim and his idiotic girlfriend, Marianna. She was a blonde, and he had red hair- although she was pretty, Marianna was the epitome of stupidity. Morgan didn’t even know why Maugrim bothered to deal with her on a daily basis. Either way, it wasn’t in her place to question somebody of such high power, so she remained silent as she silent-barfed, watching Marianna cuddle with Maugrim.

                “Here are the scones,” she said sweetly, using the mocking polite voice that always seemed to appear around Marianna- maybe because she was too stupid to tell the difference. The voice itself was the perfect marriage between sarcasm and cynicism. Because Morgan was a cynical and sarcastic person, it worked quite well.