Lady Delly

"ADELAIDE!"

I recoil as the ruthless sound reaches my ears. Would it kill this feline to be somewhat pleasant to…anyone? The answer is no. of course. I sigh standing to my feet and set the volume I have been reading- ResentmenttowardsyourQueenManagement- atop the diminutive table near me. I rush over to the double doors and the guards robotically open the doors for me to enter. Once in, I face the My Queens and King and- that man again! Ugh! Why is he here? Nevertheless, I do as I've been taught and curtsy towards the Royals.

"Yes Milady?" I ask her, trying with great difficulty to dispel the insensitive look the man sends me.

Queen Lilith, absolutely oblivious to anything wrong, speaks. "Delly, I take it you haven't come to meet Sir Hawthorne yet. The Princess's tutor." I shake my head once. "No your majesty, I have not." I do not approve of where this conversation is headed. Then she smiles. Ohno."Well you should!"

Queen Cristanta smiles as well. "I concur; Gale, take Lady Delly around

The palace for stroll…in fact, spend the entire day together."

Kill me now.

I rush to liberate the orders given. "Your Grace, I beseech you! I have many tasks to uphold and between caring for the Prince and his whereabouts I haven't anytime to-"

"Silence girl!" Queen Lilith's voice pierces the air like salt. "You will do as is told." I retain the urge to strangle her and feed her dead carcass to the Griffins.

Queen Cristanta interrupts our little dispute with her kindness. "Now, Lilith, it is perfectly alright if she hasn't the time to-"

"Nonsense!" screams Queen Lilith. "Cristanta, you are much too undemanding! Gale, come forward." The man- Gale –proceeds to withhold his orders and soon after beckons me to join him near. "Now, make each other's acquaintances and be off!"

I turn to gaze at him. His lengthy black hair tied into another ponytail as it was before. His eyes are another thing though, I haven't taken notice before. They are a deep gray; I can almost see the infinite rage kindled inside of them. A loud cough behind me brings me back to the present time. I curtsy to him with an unforeseen glare. "Sir Hawthorne." He looks at me with…what? Amusement? Hmph, I will show him amusement. He bows. "Lady Adelaide." His voice is deep, yet smooth. Like water as it goes over a fall.

We study each other for a moment until Queen Lilith breaks the silence with her booming voice. Honestly, why did King Rissen marry her? Right. They had no say. "Well we will have no problem in the two courting with each other behind our backsides, now do we Cristanta?" she jokes.

Completely not comical.

My face turns beet red as I stomp out of the room, Sir Hawthorne following at my heels. Once he catches up, we walk side by side to who knows where.

"A bit hostile now are we?" He says finally. I look over to him incredulously to find a self-righteous leer on his face. "Me. ME?" I shout. "Was it not you who snubbed me by calling me an- and I quote –an 'unworthy, pre-pubescent, hog', just a little over a week ago?" The nerve of these kingdom twelve men! At least on the south side.

He snickers beside me. "Yes, well you were asking for it." Hs voice is calm now, however, mine is not. "Well it seems to me that you had quite the temper back then, and now it has stifled? Oh please. Don't you dare put that kind of act on me." I walk faster now but never the less he follows closely behind.

"Lady Adelaide-"

"Delly."

"Delly, I must admit that at the best of times, I let my anger get me. But as opposed to you, that is not my personality," he declares. I abruptly stop and stand face to face with him.

"Oh shank me now! Those are lies! I can see the resentment in your eyes! Ha! There it is!" I screech, my pale features turning redder and redder very second.

I can see that whatever patience is left of him is vanishing as I speak. "Well it takes one to know one does it not?" he says with a grin. I am about to retort quite rudely (well, more intensely anyways), but I realize his methods. It is not the insults so as much as the sarcasm and how you say 'smooth' talking. Well, two can partake at that game…

Princess Primrose

"Now, because in the pre-Panem world, Princess, they did not have the luxuries that we have in the present day, they had to occupy themselves with many pastimes. One of the most legendary was the television. It was a type of mechanical…."

I do not hear the remainder of what Rory says because my mind is much too engaged in the squabbling to listen to the English lesson.

"Princess? Princess Primrose?" his voice startles me into reality once again. I look at him apologetically. "Sorry Rory, it is just the arguing…may I?" I ask kindly. He stares at me with disbelief and some amusement. Rory Hawthorne is sixteen years of age, just two years older than I. My English tutor and personal best friend. Not at all like his brother, he is kind and forgiving, and I sense somewhat of a liking he has to me. But I am in all probability wrong. Though that means there is no reason for me not to like him.

As Rory battles out whether to let me go and risk his behind on my behalf, I stand and walk slowly over to him; seating not a mere foot from him on the same loveseat. He turns his head towards me and I smile at him wide. "Pretty pretty prettyplease? With Buttercup on top?" I plead, holding up my upmost bothered cat. He laughs and shakes his head. "Go on then, but I will not be doing this again!" I giggle and place a kiss right on his left cheek before I stand; his face turns red at this simple gesture I do many times. "That is what you always say!" I laugh and run out of the room, towards the quarrelling. Moments later, I find myself hiding behind a statue, looking at Lady Delly and Gale, getting ready to bite their heads off. So of course, being the meddling, darling fourteen year old princess I am, I have to intrude.

"You are a completeruin to Royal help everywhere!" screams Lady Delly. Gale gapes down at her with ire galore. "Me! HA! You, my dear Adelaide, give an entire new meaning to whores." He booms. Her eyes bulge to saucers as I approach them unnoticed. "You. Take. That. Back. AT ONCE!" And then. "I do not restrain from the truth, sweetheart."

Before a vase breaks, I deliberately step in between them. "Well it seems that you all are quiet fond for each other," I say sweetly. They look down at me, undoubtedly ashamed. "My apologies, you highness," says Delly. I smile as she curtsies. "Oh no need for that. Gale here should be the one to apologize." I turn to him with an eyebrow raised and a scowl on my face. "Sir Hawthorne," I sigh, stretching out the syllables of his name. Since he towers over me by a millennium, I beckon with one polished and pink finger, him to come down to my level. Which in this case are his knees. I can feel the amusement radiating off of him. When I am livid it is rare; but when I am, it is extremely amusing.

"Sir Hawthorne, why may I ask, are you terrorizing this kind young lady?" I begin. He laughs and answers. "Your greatness, I pray you no harm was intentionally done; physically anyhow." I hear Delly snort in the background so I start to circle Gale. My hand up to my chin and my arm under my elbow. After a moment, I turn to an enduring Delly, though I know she is full of murder inside. "Lady Delly, do you agree with this man?" She wholeheartedly shakes her head no, and begins to speak. "I behold of you, you're divine Grace, that that man is the Devil himself!" she says. Gale stands and I hold my hand over my mouth to keep from bursting out into laughter. "Delly, I agree." I say. Gale throws his arms up into the air with the upmost aggravation and runs his hands through his hair. "You must apologize at once."

He looks at me with distress, as Delly does so with complacency. But I give him a look as if to say 'I am not horse playing around' and he turns towards Delly, gets onto one knee and smiles at her –faux of course- at her. "My apologies Milady." Then he takes a hand and kisses it. Delly, mortified at the impact of his lips touching her skin, snatches it back and walks away in haste. Not before thanking me though. Gale's face goes blank as he chases her down. He glares at me as he does. "You know I love you!" I shout. I shake my head and laugh. Are all young adults like that? So oblivious to they love they share.

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