Chapter 1
"Lady? Lady Eleanor, please wake up!" my chambermaid, Abby, pleaded.
"Alright, you win," I said in annoyance. I sat up and stretched, smoothing back my dark, waist length hair out of my face. Abby poked and prodded me to stand. While she snapped the bedclothes, I picked out my gown. I wore it so often, its yellow material was fading and was thin around the elbows.
Abby sighed. "Lady, why do you wear that rag?"
"Because rags become me," I replied, while admiring myself ridiculously in the mirror. I saw Abby try to stifle a grin.
"Really Princess..."
"Don't," I stopped her. "It's El, or if you must, Lady."
She sighed again. I sat while she plaited my long hair.
"Your hair is like rope, lady..." she said, exasperated.
I just shrugged and yelped when she pulled a section of my hair too tightly. Abby asked me to tell her a tale, and I did so. Story telling was a talent of mine, along with languages. Some day I hoped to speak as fluently as mother did.
I also practiced fencing and rode my horse every day after breakfast. My brother, Chris, also took fencing and riding, but I could beat him in a match blindfolded.
When Abby finally finished, I raced out of the room. Cautiously, I looked around for nobles or passing servants. When I saw there were none, I leaped up onto the banister of the grand staircase. Stifling a cry of delight I reached the bottom and hopped off. I then tripped and fell flat on my face. I heard laughter from behind me. Groaning, I pressed my forehead to the ground in humiliation. Chris.
Chris, I hated to admit, was very handsome. Tawny/golden curls, just like our father's, dark skin and very muscular.
"This proves I'm better at atleast one thing than you." He teased while sliding gracefully down the rail.
"One out of many is not a big accomplishment, dear brother." We both laughed and walked into the large dining hall.
A/N : Hey! me again, muaha. decided i'd put in one more chappie. adios amigos, review pleeeze