Red Strings: My Puppet

Chapter 2.1: Fate, is it?

The next morning, waking up.

Serenity sighed heavily. " Another day, another torture."

She looks up from her bed, looking around, her servants are already in the room ready to serve.

She thought about what happened last night.

Sighing again, she got up from bed her back was supported with the help of her two servants.

The one on the left what named Christy and the one on the right was Maricel both of them we're humans.

She was serve breakfast in bed, looking at the little table on her lap that has a tray on top which was full of delicacies.

One would salivate but as for her who was used to such treatment she only stare at it sheepishly.

It's not that she was not thankful, it had just became so common that she no longer think of it a something extravagant.

Pick up the saucer that has a piece of cake and shared it with Christy and Maricel.

The first time she did this, the two were damned found and rejected it.

Yet overtime the two learned that refusal was not an option.

Out of royalties and nobel she was the only one who has the heart of gold.

For this society on which your birth decides your entire life.

The two girls, whom was raised to be a servant was thankful to serve such a great mistress.

With their destiny being decided at birth, to be treated lowly was normal and they can't even complain about it.

For once they we're treated right. For once to receive such treatment noneless, by the most cherished princess was so heart warming.

The princess might act spoiled but she was never cruel nor did she made them fell entitled.

So in their heart they pledge loyalty without even knowing it.

Sometimes a little act of kindness, can penetrate even those whom are considered numb and cold being.

After eating. Her bath was already prepared and her daily attire was laid by her bed.

She is wearing a plain forest green gown and her hair was tied on a fishtail braid designed with a simple red rose flower ornament.

Her face having a minimal amount of make-up unlike the other ladies.

Her finish look, looking simple yet ethereally beautiful.

Getting up at the chair in front of the body size mirror. Her gown flicks at the simple movement and stride both is full of grace and elegance.

It now officially time to start her day, 7:00 a.m. to be exact. Robin her personal middle age buttler took out a scroll from his sleeve opening it and proceed reading todays agendas.

She sighed but still listen attentively.

Making her way to the music room, for her lesson with the company of her assistance or slave for the others.

While see was walking to the music room she noticed the court officials, unconsciously her back straighten more and head was held up higher as she walk past them.

They greeted her and she did the same. And then she proceed on her days agenda.

The officials compossing of supernatural beings, bowed and greeted her.

She look at them, made her curtsy and proceed walking.

As she continue to walk away, the officials sings her praises.

But a particular one was following her movements, as if he was trying to memorize every single bit of a detail.

The man in his cloak retive his gaze when his older sister tagged his sleeves.

She mind link, "Don't think of her, nor even look at her if you value your life."

Her sister was one of the palace ladies, the emperors concubine - mistress.

She was the only daughter of the werewolf king.

Too bad through her beauty that was suppose to be a gift, became a curse.

Back then she was offered to be the emperors women, in exchange of peace between the wolve kingdom.

He sighed and followed in the groups footstep.