Guinevere Baroque was ten and she know she had everything. She hails from a noble family, she could buy anything she want and never have to spend her day doing any manual labour to earn it. She was blessed with exceptional beauty and wherever she goes everyone praise her. She was born talented, none could ever hope to rival her magic prowess.
Despite of everything she had, Guinevere was not happy.
The source of her unhappiness is a certain maid, a dull and boring maid who always tried to get her brother's attention. Guinevere Baroque had everything and she would take no less than everything. That included her brother's attention. She would not let anyone much less a boring maid to steal her brother's attention away from her. How the wench try! Secretly watching her brother while he train with his mentor and readily bringing him refreshments while batting her lashes at him. Guinevere hate seeing her brother giving even a small smile to other people than her.
It was hers.
So one day when she saw that dull maid, polishing the top stairs alone an idea struck Guinevere.
Without even revealing her presence Guinevere sent her magic to twine between the maid's feet as she move to descend the stairs. The foolish maid lost her balance and tried to reach the hand rail to no avail.
Tumble down she goes and poof! Gone was the pest. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
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"Did you know that one of our maid got into accident today?" Guinevere was doing some crochet in the drawing-room while her brother sat across from her, polishing his sword.
"Is that so? Nobody tells me." Her brother was inspecting his new epee his green eyes tracing the steel intently checking for god knows what.
"It's Marguerite. She fell from the southern wing stairs and break her neck." Guinevere tried to find any reaction from her brother for the dead maid. Sympathy or god forbid sadness. Lancelot carefully placed his newly acquired sword on the velvet cloth spread on the table between them.
"Who is Marguerite?"
"The one who often brings you refreshments at your training.
"Guinevere darling, our family employed a lot of maid you couldn't possibly expect me to remember each one of them. We could always hire new maid to bring my refreshments what was a loss of one?" Her brother shrugged.
"Or I could bring you, your refreshments."
"You would do that?" Her brother raised one blond eyebrow at her.
"I could if I want too!" He raised his other brow.
"Well, every once in a while... Maybe when I'm not too busy with my reading."
Her brother laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair. "Stop messing with my hair!" Guinevere always pretend she hates it when Lancelot did that, but Lancelot knows she was just pretending and never stopped. He ruffle her bangs to give her forehead a kiss.
"My darling sister. My world would be dimmed without your existence." Watching her brother smile at her Guinevere realize that his attention never really going anywhere. She might be overreacting with the maid but as her brother said. They could always hire a new one.