SEASICK

1 ☠︎︎ 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 ☠︎︎

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Another swat to the young princess's shoulder made her jump upright.
"Sit up properly!" The tutor demanded, clutching the thin, wooden switch in his right hand.

The princess bit back a retort and calmed herself before adjusting in her seat.

"You're lucky this is the end of the lesson today... I should make you kneel two straight hours for your atrocious behavior." The old man scoffed; slamming shut a thick book on the cultures of the world.

This particular tutor was always brash, and cranky. He would often swat the princess with the switch, as the king and queen would allow whatever means necessary to produce an unmatched princess for suitors.
The other tutors didn't hesitate with the switch either, but this old man was a little too happy to swat her shoulders.
The princess stood, bowed to her tutor, and left without a word. She truly felt bad for a man like that. She often wondered why he was so angry.

In the hall waited her long-time friend and personal guard, Silas.
When she saw him, she smiled brightly skipping over to him.

"Si!" She patted his shoulder roughly when she made it to him.
"Truly princess, please try and act more ladylike." Silas huffed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his slender nose.

He wore an Imperial uniform, a crisp white jacket, and boots, with a deep black high neck dress shirt, and trousers. It was accented with gold detailing trim, and dainty chains, he carried his sword sheathed on his hip.

"Oh, not you too," The princess giggled beginning to walk down the grand hallway, hands clasped behind her back, her jewelry clacking together with every move she made.

"I just spent an hour with mister sour-puss lecturing me on how to be a woman." The princess sighed before grabbing Silas's shoulder, pulling him down to bring his ear closer.
"Something tells me he wouldn't know about that in the slightest."
Silas rolled his eyes and continued on towards the princess's quarters.

When they arrived at her room, she immediately tore off her headdress, made of gold and precious jewels.
The princess cast it aside on her vanity haphazardly, secretly wishing it would break.

Silas stood by the door and made no comment on her reckless behavior with the traditional crown.
She made hast removing the rest of her body jewelry. Her gold armbands, the several bracelets, her waist chains, the annoying layer of beaded and encrusted necklaces, even plucked the earrings from her ears.
With it all over she felt twenty pounds lighter and happier. She always loathed the number of accessories she was obligated to wear.

In Taycia, her kingdom, the royal family drips in wealth, and per-tradition has always worn an excess amount of jewelry and fine clothes. Even their hair was a symbol of the royal family and status.
The princess herself now had thick hair that pooled on the floor when it was let down. She often had it in a single loose braid like today to keep it from dragging behind her.
The princess made her way to her balcony, the thin skirt of her traditional wear swished around her legs. It was a beautiful aqua color, matching the bandeau-like top she wore, embroidered with golden thread.

She leaned against her banister, looking down over her kingdom. The evening sun shined down with orange light, casting a warm wash of color over the town. It looked so prosperous, so beautiful. But she has heard the rumors.

The King and Queen have done nothing to fix the poverty, they truly care nothing for their people.
Only the rich survive in this awful place.
The King declined the forms to abolish slavery!
The queen had twenty families hung for protesting...