Celeste's ears pinned backwards as she stared angrily, not at her father, but over his shoulder to one of the few blank spots on the opposite wall. An empty space, unadorned with spice racks, or shelves full of pots and pans and the baking implements that her mother collected that allowed the sunny yellow paint to show through. She was livid, not only because she didn't want a guard but because she knew it didn't matter how sounder her argument was, one of her parents would have a counter for it. Furthermore, it didn't matter as she was subject to her parents will. That didn't keep her from feeling that she was being treated unfairly. At this point it was only her and Nicholas that still truly had guards, but she knew that Teagan almost never bothered her brother.
If anyone needed a guard, it was her older brother, Cain. Maybe a bit of supervision would have kept him from murdering his girlfriend.
"Do me a favor-" she replied, icily, when her father reminded her of her station. Princess Celeste, heir to the throne. Her mother's shadow, "-and have another girl so I don't have to put up with this nonsense anymore."
Julianna's own ears fell flat. If she was hurt by the statement it didn't show on her features. Impossible for her to not be, however. Of all her children she only had two girls, and neither one of them wanted to consider stepping up and taking her place. Perhaps, she was leaving a legacy too tarnished for them to want to follow.
The unruly and young twenty-something bent down to pick up the wiggling English Bulldog that was panting at her feet. The dog's tongue lolled out of one side of her mouth, eyes almost completely hidden by the wrinkly folds of her face. "I'm going to get dressed," she announced. "Let's meet this Specialist Weatherfare and see how long this one lasts."
With an unfinished coffee on the counter Celeste and her dog left the kitchen with a much vigor as one could muster by stomping in bare feet.
With the cake still between them, Julianna watched her husband as he watched their youngest daughter leave. The situation was very reminiscent of the time they'd had almost the exact conversation with their oldest daughter, Anita. "We should have given her a guard when she was a child," Julianna thought aloud. "Teagan and Nicholas get along swimmingly."
If anyone needed a guard, it was her older brother, Cain. Maybe a bit of supervision would have kept him from murdering his girlfriend.
"Do me a favor-" she replied, icily, when her father reminded her of her station. Princess Celeste, heir to the throne. Her mother's shadow, "-and have another girl so I don't have to put up with this nonsense anymore."
Julianna's own ears fell flat. If she was hurt by the statement it didn't show on her features. Impossible for her to not be, however. Of all her children she only had two girls, and neither one of them wanted to consider stepping up and taking her place. Perhaps, she was leaving a legacy too tarnished for them to want to follow.
The unruly and young twenty-something bent down to pick up the wiggling English Bulldog that was panting at her feet. The dog's tongue lolled out of one side of her mouth, eyes almost completely hidden by the wrinkly folds of her face. "I'm going to get dressed," she announced. "Let's meet this Specialist Weatherfare and see how long this one lasts."
With an unfinished coffee on the counter Celeste and her dog left the kitchen with a much vigor as one could muster by stomping in bare feet.
With the cake still between them, Julianna watched her husband as he watched their youngest daughter leave. The situation was very reminiscent of the time they'd had almost the exact conversation with their oldest daughter, Anita. "We should have given her a guard when she was a child," Julianna thought aloud. "Teagan and Nicholas get along swimmingly."
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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