"My
name is Sarai and I have a problem."
Mirror, mirror on the
wall
I am vain.
whose the fairest of them all?
"Princess
Sarai! There is a man at the door who wishes to see you."
"I'm
sure he does...Tell him I am busy."
She stared admirably at
her reflection, combing her long raven hair. Her skin was a perfect
peach; not too light and not too dark. Her eyes were a crystalline
blue. Perfect. She was a walking example of perfection.
The maid
returned after a few moments and stood in the doorway of the
princess' mirror room. She was in a daze, watching her queen in sheer
wonder.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU STUPID SERVANT!"
"Pardon
me, miss...He, the man at the door, insists you meet him tonight in
Covertine Garden. Says he has a gift for you."
"A gift?"
she questioned, suddenly perking up. "For me?" she sounded
shocked, a sly but perfect smile playing across her lips.
"Yes
ma'am."
She spun out of her chair and walked towards her
slave. Every step she took was beautiful and amazing. She moved with
the grace of an angel, as if she were gliding across the floor. She
came up beside the girl and ran her fingers through the maids' curly
blonde hair. Both smiled faintly. But the maid avoided any eye
contact with her majesty. She had heard stories of what one glimpse
could do. Many had said that although she has the body of a goddess
and the smile of an angel, her heart is black as coal and her
eyes...her eyes could burn holes in your flesh. But then again she
was curious. Curious to find out if the tales were fact or fable.
The
girl gave into her human nature. Her gaze flickered to Sarai's face,
a a deep hazle meeting bright blue. The connection only lasted for a
split second but she was caught. The girl was trapped, entranced
under the witch's spell.