Tweet
Poppy was rudely awakened to the loud shouting and commotions coming from outside. She groaned and buried her face in her pillow, knowing full well that sleep wouldn’t be coming back to her for a while. After a little more grumbling and getting reacquainted with the bright morning light pouring from her window, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and shouted, “Teresa!” Her loud voice vibrated throughout the entirety of the wide room. Moments after, the door creaked open and a woman’s head cautiously peeked in.
“Yes, m’lady?” she called out hesitantly.
“Why are there people shouting like a bunch of idiots at this time of the day?” Poppy asked while rubbing her temples. She looked at the maid and snapped her fingers. The woman instantly sprung to work, pulling out outfits from one of the many giant walk-in closets she had.
“It’s…it’s because of the riots,” she said while working. “People are in a state of panic, what from everything that’s been going on and all.”
“Still?” Poppy said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. “Ugh, put that down, I’ll get my clothes myself, useless fool.” She snatched the blue skirt and white shirt that Teresa had been holding in her hands and tossed them on the floor. Then she stepped inside her closet and started pulling out various clothing from the wardrobes. “I keep forgetting that you lack fashionable knowledge.” Teresa picked up the clothes on the floor and said nothing as Poppy proceeded to change into a more exuberant attire. “So the people are still in a panic because of the recent killings, hm?” she said while sitting in front of her vanity mirror and pinning back her hair. Teresa nodded.
“Yes, my lady. Everyone is speaking of forming a rebellion and going after that cold-blooded killer who goes by the name of Rhykim..” She looked around, as if worried that someone might overhear their conversation, then leaned in close to Poppy’s side and whispered, “I hear he even killed his own brother. Can you imagine? Killing your own flesh and bones!” A smile threatened to pull at the corner of Poppy’s red-painted lips. Yes, she certainly could imagine.
“If you ask me, that man has the right idea,” she said, putting the final touches on her hair and face. She paused for a moment to admire herself in the mirror and sighed, throwing the mirror one of her most bodacious looks. Then she turned from her chair to look at Teresa. “Ambitious and powerful,” she said. “Now that’s the kind of man I’d go for. That used to be king had none of that. With him out of the picture, Logata is sure to grow a lot more powerful and rich. Wouldn’t you agree, Teresa?” The maid, clearly shaken but not surprised by her mistress’ words made a noncommittal sound and proceeded to make the bed. Poppy got up from her chair and walked over to her from behind. She placed her hand against her shoulder, her long red fingernails lightly pressing against her skin, and repeated the question moe slowly this time. “I said…wouldn’t you agree?”
“Y-yes, my lady! Of course!” Teresa shook under the cold touch and Poppy couldn’t help but laugh at such a pitiful display of weakness. “Go,” she commanded, turning her back to the maid and walking over to her big bay window. “I expect breakfast to be ready by the time I come downstairs.” The maid simply nodded and quickly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Poppy opened the window and looked out past her extending garden and into the more central part of Falconmill. Even being this far away from the town, she could still see and hear the people shouting.
Logata was under attack. “And soon,” she said with a slight smile, “it will all be mine.”
“Yes, m’lady?” she called out hesitantly.
“Why are there people shouting like a bunch of idiots at this time of the day?” Poppy asked while rubbing her temples. She looked at the maid and snapped her fingers. The woman instantly sprung to work, pulling out outfits from one of the many giant walk-in closets she had.
“It’s…it’s because of the riots,” she said while working. “People are in a state of panic, what from everything that’s been going on and all.”
“Still?” Poppy said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. “Ugh, put that down, I’ll get my clothes myself, useless fool.” She snatched the blue skirt and white shirt that Teresa had been holding in her hands and tossed them on the floor. Then she stepped inside her closet and started pulling out various clothing from the wardrobes. “I keep forgetting that you lack fashionable knowledge.” Teresa picked up the clothes on the floor and said nothing as Poppy proceeded to change into a more exuberant attire. “So the people are still in a panic because of the recent killings, hm?” she said while sitting in front of her vanity mirror and pinning back her hair. Teresa nodded.
“Yes, my lady. Everyone is speaking of forming a rebellion and going after that cold-blooded killer who goes by the name of Rhykim..” She looked around, as if worried that someone might overhear their conversation, then leaned in close to Poppy’s side and whispered, “I hear he even killed his own brother. Can you imagine? Killing your own flesh and bones!” A smile threatened to pull at the corner of Poppy’s red-painted lips. Yes, she certainly could imagine.
“If you ask me, that man has the right idea,” she said, putting the final touches on her hair and face. She paused for a moment to admire herself in the mirror and sighed, throwing the mirror one of her most bodacious looks. Then she turned from her chair to look at Teresa. “Ambitious and powerful,” she said. “Now that’s the kind of man I’d go for. That used to be king had none of that. With him out of the picture, Logata is sure to grow a lot more powerful and rich. Wouldn’t you agree, Teresa?” The maid, clearly shaken but not surprised by her mistress’ words made a noncommittal sound and proceeded to make the bed. Poppy got up from her chair and walked over to her from behind. She placed her hand against her shoulder, her long red fingernails lightly pressing against her skin, and repeated the question moe slowly this time. “I said…wouldn’t you agree?”
“Y-yes, my lady! Of course!” Teresa shook under the cold touch and Poppy couldn’t help but laugh at such a pitiful display of weakness. “Go,” she commanded, turning her back to the maid and walking over to her big bay window. “I expect breakfast to be ready by the time I come downstairs.” The maid simply nodded and quickly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Poppy opened the window and looked out past her extending garden and into the more central part of Falconmill. Even being this far away from the town, she could still see and hear the people shouting.
Logata was under attack. “And soon,” she said with a slight smile, “it will all be mine.”