Story of my life in one word-disaster. Allow me to introduce myself. Elizabeth Satin. Four.
I groaned and moaned my way through work as I always do. My nimble fingers were caught once again in the middle of my headstrong personality and the cruel gentleness and perfection of my work. You see, my family owned a jewelry store, which, I'm sure you can tell, I was not happy about.
It's not like I wasn't grateful to be a Four. I had seen the things Fives and below have to deal with. It's just...UGH. I hated my work. I absolutely positively hated it. But being a Four meant I had to do what made the most money, not what I exactly wanted to do. You see, I was passionate about learning, so I had stacks and stacks of books hidden beneath my bed. I read every night when I was sure my family wouldn't see me.
A knock on my door shook me out of my reverie. I quickly shoved the book I was reading under my pillow and called out, "Come in," expecting my little brother Davon, who usually came in at night to show me his latest work, so I was more than a little surprised when my older sister Kira walked in.
"Hey Lizzy. There's something I need to show you." I stayed silent. What was so important it couldn't wait until the morning? Apparently Kira could read my thoughts because she said, "I wanted to show you this before Jenna got her hands on it." Jenna was my aunt we were living with after my parents died. She produced an envelope with a fancy seal on it. I immediately knew what it was. I shied away from it.
"Please, Kira. Don't make me do it." Kira knew why I was so reluctant. It was basically the king's fault my parents were dead.
My parents were known for being one of the best jewelers in Columbia, my province, and they were seen fit to show some of their jewelry to the royal family. Back then, it was only the king, the queen, and their son, Pierce. When my parents were there, the rebels apparently thought it was a nice time to attack. The king, queen, and Pierce were immediately whisked away to their private holding chambers, whilst not even caring about my parents, and they ended up dead. I had never really forgiven the royal family for that, and that grudge still lay in the deep corner of my heart, where I thought it would reside forever.
Also in that attack, Prince Pierce was fatally injured and died the next morning. The royal couple had had another son, Alexander. Now Alexander had turned 19, and here was the letter to prove it.