Chapter 6: Trouble with Rudolph
One morning, Lucy woke up in a terrible mood. Unfortunately, so did Juliet.
The night before, Juliet had attended a ball at the palace for Princess Nora. Juliet fancied the princess her best friend and was mad that Nora had spent the evening talking with her real best friend, Emile.
"Your sister was downright rude to me," she complained to Lucy.
"My sister?" After living in Frell for several weeks, Lucy had learned of the missing Princess Lucille and though Dame Olga had tried to change her appearance, she knew she looked a lot like Nora.
"Yes, you nincompoop, your sister Nora. She-," Juliet suddenly stopped, realizing what she had just said.
Lucy exploded. "I'm Princess Lucille, aren't I? Tell me, tell me," she demanded.
Juliet didn't know what to say. Lucy grabbed her mistress and shook her violently. Juliet couldn't speak, but she let out a loud scream.
Much to Lucy's distress, one of Juliet's older, very protective brothers, Rudolph was passing by the open door and witnessed this scene.
Rudolph rushed in the room. "Lucy, stop," he yelled furiously.
It was a command, Lucy had to obey. However, she put off doing it, till she thought she would faint. She stopped.
Just the same, Rudolph easily picked her up and flung her across the room. Luckily for Lucy, she landed on Juliet's pink satin, softest-of-the-soft bed.
"I know who I really am," Lucy shouted at him.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Rudolph asked.
"I'll-I'll-I'll," Lucy struggled to think of something, "I'll tell Queen Ella."
"Don't tell Queen Ella, Lucy." A command.
"Well, well, um...I'll find a way."
"I should have you whipped for your insolence. In fact, I will. That'll show you your place. Princess, or not, you are now nothing more than a slave, and will be forever."
"Oh, Rudy," Juliet piped up, "Not now, I need her to go shopping with me later."
Rudolph thought it over for a moment. "All right, but if she causes any more trouble at all, she is going to wish she had never been born."
They left the room talking, leaving Lucy to clean up the mess the morning's events had made.
But Lucy could only think of one thing. She was the Princess Lucille.