Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. HaHa. .:sniffle:.
A/N: This would be like a teaser to my story. If enough people find it interesting, I'll put up the whole thing (which is still underway). Let me know if something is not understood. Oh, and this is definitely an alternate universe.
Conspiracy
"Go clean the kitchen. I swear, that place gets dirtier every time I go in there." He gave me a look of distaste.
"Yes, sir," I said, as I gave a slight bow. That's not too horrible. As I turned around to leave, he spoke again.
"Oh," he chuckled and smirked, "and when you're done with the kitchen, go discard of the garbage in the lower rooms." I froze. Why is he doing this to me? I hate going down there. Ugh. He knows it too. My stomach is beginning to churn. I turn back to look at him, Lucius, the second prince. He would reign as leader if something were to happen to Callum, the first in line. Aurelius, the current leader of this assembly, the Assembly of the North, would be resigning in the middle of January, four months from now. I looked at him questioningly. "What are you looking at me for? Get to work!" he said, roaring in laughter. I hate him. He's going to regret this. I turned and began to exit the room. Once again I froze. I practically ran into him, the man that killed my best friend. He doesn't even deserve to be called 'man'. The thing.
"Alaina." He said neutrally. I bowed.
"Sir Callum." He would pay. I swear, before I die, I will finish what Tess didn't. I moved out of his path before continuing on my way down the stairs to the kitchen. On the way out, my ears picked up their conversation.
"Why do you insist on calling her by name, Cal?" Lucius, the filthy monster.
"Just because they're our slaves, doesn't make them dogs," he replied, talking about the slaves in general. You treat us like them anyway, I thought sarcastically.
"Well, to you they're not," Lucius replied, and with that some laughter. I was just about to start down the steps when he said, "Slave! Come here!" I gritted my teeth and obeyed. I spun around and headed back towards his room. "While you're downstairs, get me something to drink."
"Yes, sir. What would you like?"
"Quite frankly, you." My heartbeat quickened. "But, since you're one of the good slaves, I can't and won't do that," I calmed down a bit, but not fully after he muttered his next word with a mischievous smile, "yet." He paused for a while. "Just get me a glass of 1787 Chateau d'Yquem."
"But that's your father's white wine, for the celebration of the first prince's accession." Shit! I shouldn't have said anything.
"Excuse me? Did you not hear me correctly? Go get it now," he said menacingly.
"Yes, sir." I left the room as fast as I could, nearly tripping into the door frame.
A/N: Well, I hope that you enjoyed it, and possibly found it enticing. Review please, especially if you want me to put up the rest of the story. Questions and constructive criticism are welcomed.
Sincerely,
Amenti