Patricia Belle
The talking china was all she had. Her father had abandoned her to the fate Sir Knight had planned. The first fate had been read for King Eddie and when he had tried to stop Knight, he'd been turned into nothing short of a beast. She'd been the second Fate: spend her life with him to keep him company. That had been twelve years ago, when she'd been three years of age. King Eddie really never spoke to her and when he did, it was at formal mealtimes and she simply scowled at his ugly face and wondered how to break out of the secure castle they lived in.
It was more like a Prison. With annoying, talking objects. The Candlestick, made by dwarves from a far off country (ok, really, really good Hammer Smiths) as a cool wedding present for King Eddie and his Queen, who'd run off when he'd turned into a beast, had turned out to be a cool Italian. The China had been more than happy to have a nice cosy chat-part of the Queen's new curse and also Sir Knight's own magic-but the Clock did her head in. He chimed when he didn't need to. He woke her up each morning early when all she wanted to do was sleep, and he made sure she was on time for every single thing. And sometimes, she didn't want to be.
Like those fancy feasts that the King tried to coax her to like him with.
The only thing that appeased her most was the dark, unlit cave like rooms of the North Wing and Tower. King Eddie lived in the South and she had the Ladies in Waiting bedrooms in the East, but the North Wing held the library, which added a spooky figure to the fact that it hadn't been used in ten years and had spiders and cobwebs all around. It was where she felt at home. It was here, incidentally, that she found the intruder.