Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent
Beatrice (Tris) POV:
"Beatrice, wake up. You know your stepmother hates it when you're late for breakfast."
I open my eyes to those of the kitchen staff. They work for my stepmother here at the castle. They're the only people that really care about me here. Everyone else is under the influence that I'm crazy. Of course, my 'mother' told them that.
I want to lay here forever in my not-so-comfortable bed and not ever face my stepmother again. I know, though, that they are right. If I stay here and miss breakfast, Queen Jeanine will be furious with me.
I reluctantly get out of bed as they leave my small bedroom. I slowly make my way over to my closet. Inside there is nothing but blue, blue, blue. I hate blue, but because of kingdom rules I HAVE to wear it. Blue is the color for the Kingdom of Erudite. Every kingdom has their own colors and, as royalty, we must represent our kingdom well, apparently. I don't really consider myself royalty, though.
I dress quickly and make my way down the old, wooden staircase. I walk into the dining room and slowly sit down. My mother looks right at me.
"You're late for breakfast." She says.
"It was only one minute."
"Shortening the length of your absence will do you no good, Beatrice." Then she looks away and continues whatever conversation she was having before I arrived.
She doesn't look at me after that.
It's my eighteenth birthday and all she does is yell at me and ignore me, I think, what a 'great' stepmother.
I quickly finish my small breakfast, trying to get away from my stepmother as soon as possible. She was always tired in the mornings and was not very pleasant to be around in the mornings. Or any time, really.
I found my way upstairs with no trouble. I reached my hand towards the door handle and pulled the small door open slowly, to not make any noise. Inside, the whole kitchen staff had gathered and were waiting for me, the head chef with a small cake in hand.
"Just because she forgot your birthday, it doesn't mean we forgot." She says, smiling at me.
"You really shouldn't have done all this for me." I respond.
She simply shook her head at me and made me blow out the candle that was placed on top of the small cake. She them made me sit down in the small, black chair I owned.
Then, something was placed in my hand. I looked down to see what it was and I immediately recognized it as my father's dagger, his last gift to me before his disappearance. My eyes tear up at the memories of him, but I blink the tears away. I will not cry in front of the kitchen staff, the only people who even talk to me.
"It's your father's dagger." She says. Well duh. "We got it polished for you. Keep it with you, Beatrice. You'll need it soon."
"Why? What would I need it for?" I ask.
"Beatrice," she says seriously, "you need to go see your people."