Drabble Two: Bored
I sat staring at my wall. Logan was busy in the war room again and Elliot had to help in the kitchen today. Jasper was busy bathing Willam and Walter was with Logan.
I. Was. Bored.
I knew I wasn't going out to the garden cause I've been there, 17 times now. I wanted to badly go out to Bowerstone to see it myself, but Logan doesn't allow that. He made sure his dumb goons covered the doors, after the one time I tried to sneak out when I was seven. I glared then got an idea.
A very mean idea.
I walked out of my room smirking. Ignoring the salutes and "Good afternoon, Princess" or "Oh! Um...g-good afternoon Rosalie. Ah! I mean princess Rosalie", I really enjoyed that new knight's timidness. If it wasn't for Elliot I'd say I fancied that boy more than I should.
I walked into the garden and picked up a ladder. I moved silently. Self harm isn't my usual thing but I want to see Logan's feathers get rustled. He dotes on me and treats me like a child. Really, after mother died he assumed the position of being her. Always taking me from the maids' hands and taking care of me himself.
I shook my head and remembered, I need to get attacked by the roses. I got up on the ladder and lunged into the rose bush letting out a scream. Then I hear the shouts and running. Logan's voice is the loudest.
Some king of Albion.
