Castle DunBroch, the Highlands, Scotland
Tap, tap, tap tap.
CHOP! CHOP!
Sssssss….
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Bang! Ssssss…. Tap tap. Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Scrreeeeech! Tap, tap, tap, tap…
She took a sniff. Soup. Onion soup. And freshly baked bread. Mmmm…That sweet smell- Porridge! With raspberry preserves…
She sighed.
Twice.
And passed the kitchen. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap…. Slowly, the sounds of the busy cooking faded away. So did the smells. She sighed again, and picked up her skirt. Oh, what had she done wrong? Maudie, that was her name, Maudie, was the devils nanny. The devils personal nanny, if she may add. Three devils, actually. She spent most of her life chasing after said three little devils that were, without doubt, sent to punish her. Again, sigh. What did she do to deserve this? Quickening her pace, she turned left. Why couldn't she have been…say, a cook? Food was much nicer. Or maybe a serving maid? She would definitely prefer serving food, and quietly watching those three redheads terrorize some other miserable woman. Oh, how she would pity her! 'Poor dear' she would be. Alas, that the 'poor dear' was she herself. She turned left again, and trudged up the stairs. Or maybe she would have gotten herself a nice, calm job in the village. Yes. Perhaps a weaver, or a seamstress. Never would she have to… Ah, here it was! Maudie paused for a brief second, and knocked on the oak door. The reply was a snort, followed by wheeze, and another snort. Reluctantly, she opened the heavy door, and stepped inside.
In the middle of the dimly lit room was a wooden bed, where a hulking mass of blankets was spread out. Peeking out from under this lumpy load were a few fiery locks of hair, and a pair of feet sticking out from the other end. Also a product of her labor. The eldest sibling of the terrors was quite a terror herself in her youth. She still was considered one, by many. Maudie closed the door, and approached the bed. Another heavy sigh, and she placed her hand on the mass of cloth and body.
It stirred slightly, and groaned.
Maudie shook it.
Snort.
Alright, then. Challenge accepted. She pulled the covers off, revealing the figure of a girl, who snorted again and snatched back the covers.
"Oh fer 'evans sake!" Maudie flung the blankets to floor, out of the girls reach. "Come now, ge' up!"
The girl groaned once more and lazily opened one blue eye. "Auch, Maudie! It's tae early! Jus' a few more minutes?" She reached for the floor, where her quilt was hunched up.
"Nae, it's time fer ye ta rise! Ah'm jolly well late, ye know." Maudie scooped back the blanket with her foot, and went to the window to push aside the heavy curtain.
Groan…
"Ah'll set yer mother on you…"
"Oh, alrigh', Ah'm gettin' up!" The girl swung her legs out of bed. "Wait! Maudie, is today nae Saturday?"
"Aye, as a matter a fact, i-"
"Oh Willow the Wisps! Why didnae ye say so?" Yelled the girl, as she pulled on a blue dress.
"Ah jolly di-"
"Got no time!" The girl shouted, and in a flurry of red curls, she dashed out of the room.
That, thought Maudie, was her Royal Highness, firstborn descendant of clan Dunbroch, Princess Merida. Who once again forgot her undies. And her corset.