Serving Girls

December 7th, 1000

Sasha sighed. She stared at the closed kitchen door as she thumped her heels on the wooden trunk. In the long room that made the girl servants’ dormitory there wasn’t a soul to hear her speak or cry. The tears fell one by one onto her lap.

“Stupid. Why’d I have to go an’ sass Lady?”

She whispered. Another great sigh tore through her skinny chest. From the kitchen she could hear laughter and clanking pans. The other kitchen servants were getting dinner ready. She tried to stop her rumbling stomach from thinking of what it would be. She would be good next time.

Entering the Kingdom

December 3rd, 1000

Mila perched on the edge of her seat. She took a too-deep breath and wished all eyes weren’t turned to her. At table was the ‘council of Mila’ as the folk were calling it. Three women and four men. Each were set over a district of Ponia, an area where the local labi looked up to them.

“Well- I think it’s all in order, is it not?”

Mila asked. Lovage, a brown haired young woman who sat closest to the young queen, shook her head so that her hair bobbles wavered.

“I think there is still more to discuss. We haven’t even touched on laws.”

Mila sighed and leaned back into the chair. Her eyes felt bleary and dry. She gave them one quick rub. The group of eight had been talking and arguing for over a week. Ever since she woke there had been discussion after discussion. It seemed to be never-ending. The girl tried to remember if it took her mother this long to decide simple things or not…