Queen's Adviser

Chapter 69

Did I forget I had the next 4 ish chapters written for this story? Yes, yes I did...

*Elizabeth's P.O.V*

It took Auntie all of 10 minutes to get me to clean up my mess. Most of the time was spent with her trying to get me up off the floor before she tried to convince me to clean. I only gave in when she threatened to tell Nana and have her come supervise me cleaning up.

Nana did not like messes. Especially when people refused to just pick them. She said there was never any reason a place should be a mess when there's someone perfectly capable of picking it up. 'sides, I didn't want a repeat of the one time I had dumped out my toy chest and refused to entertain the idea of picking the toys up.

I had thrown myself to the ground, kicking and screaming about it. I had been so proud at how quickly she had shut up when I did that, only to be snatched up by Mommy and punished for my massive fit. She had made me take a nap and everything after it, making me pick up my toys as soon as I was awake. And then I had to apologize to Nana and the disappointment in her eyes hurt worse than any spanking.

"You're almost done Lizzie," Auntie says, making me look at her as I put Mommy's nightgown carefully back up. Despite it being my mess, she was helping me clean it up a little bit. I was happy about that since otherwise it would have taken forever.

"Have to go horseback riding?" I ask Auntie, wondering if there was any chance of me getting out of it and getting to wear my new pretty dress.

"Yes, and you love horseback riding so don't give me a fib about hating horses suddenly. I'll even let you ride Fatty," Auntie says, making me perk up. I loved Fatty, he was a good horse. Auntie usually called him Fat Bastard but Nana didn't like me saying the second word so much so Auntie shortened his nickname to Fatty or Fat Boy.

"Really? How come you're not riding him?" I ask with confusion, furrowing my brows as Auntie picks me up. My hand clings to her dress, looking at her with confusion. This was not my Auntie, my Auntie would always want to ride Fatty.

"I have a newer horse I need to ride, she's a bit frisky and I don't want any of you kids on her," Auntie explains, tapping my hand that's near my mouth. I realize I'm sucking my thumb and drop my hand down with a small pout.

"I pet her though?" I ask, wanting to know if I could pet this new mystery horse. I should get to! I loved horsies and it wouldn't be fair if I couldn't even pet the new one.

I kick my legs out in excitement when Auntie nods her head. I couldn't wait to pet the new mystery horse. She was going to be my newest and bestest friend I decided, even if I couldn't ride her.

"We'll probably wait about an hour or so before we go out. Some of the kids are still napping and I'd rather wear all of you out by dinner time in one swoop," Auntie says, making my smile immediately drop.

"Not now?" I ask again, furrowing my brows to double check that there was no opportunity of going earlier.

"Not now. Later," Auntie is firm on her words, making me sigh as I rest my head on her shoulder. All I wanted to do was speed up time so that we could hurry up and go for a ride. My impatience must be obvious as Auntie bounces me, adjusting her hold on me. A small whine escaped me, my nose pressing into the crook of her neck as I hid away.

"Darling, we can find something to fill the time. You want to play? We can play any game you want," Auntie offers, a small huff escaping me at the offer. I didn't want to play a game. However something I do want to do comes to mind so I sit up, nearly toppling out of her arms with my sudden movement.

"Paint nails," I say excitedly, ignoring the fact that Auntie has tightened her grip so I feel like I'm going to pop. Kind of like a balloon. That wouldn't be very fun.

"Do not do that again to me, I don't want to explain to your mother that I dropped you and you cracked your head open," Auntie huffs softly, making me pout slightly at her words. She wouldn't have dropped me, I believed in her completely.

"Paint nails?" I repeat, grabbing at her hand and trying to inspect her nails. They were naturally long, kind of like Mommy's. It's what made her back scratches so good. My nails were not as long, mostly because I kept biting them when anxious so then they all had to be trimmed to be the same length. Stupid anxiety always ruins everything.

"Yes, you may paint my nails as long as you don't throw yourself out of my arms again," Auntie says, making me nod in agreement. I wouldn't do it again, not while I was in her arms.

"Let's go raid your Nana's nail polishes, does that sound fun?" Auntie asks, bouncing me on her hip. I nod in agreement, a smile of delight on my lips when Auntie carries me out of the room. I'm so excited to get to paint her nails!

Once we're in Nana's room, I beeline it to her nail polish. I start to look through it, being extra careful with the glass bottles since if one broke it would be bad since it would get all over the rug.

"And just what are you two doing?" Nana's voice startles me, making me spin around to face her. My heart drops in my chest when my hand hits a bottle, sending it to the floor where it immediately shatters. Before I could even fully comprehend what I'd done, the tears started to fall down my face rapidly.