Cracking my eyes open, I looked out the window. The sun was peeking over the hill. I slid out of bed, almost lazily, and begin a morning routine. It's Saturday. The Mistresses will be hosting a party. Again.
I wish I was a normal kid. One of the kids from down in the village who get to act their age and wear jeans and tennis shoes and tee shirts. Why did my mother have to go and abandon my father? Why did my father not have trusted me when I said i got a bad feeling from these women? Instead, I get to cook and clean and slave away in a house that has been stolen from me - yes, stolen - and work until my fingers bleed and beyond. My clothes bring me great shame. Because I have such a "dainty" and "delicate" figure, the Mistresses give me their old, threadbare castoff dresses, complete with broken corsets. My shoes are nonexistent. They feel shoes would give me the idea of running off and leaving.
I move from where I was standing and speedily bathed myself. I know if I don't hurry, I won't be ready for when the Mistresses wake up, and the sun is rising fast. Throwing on the least painful corseted dress I own, and run as quietly as possible down the attic stairs to the kitchen.
There I begin fetching eggs, bacon, flour and an assortment of other ingredients nessecery to make a decent crepe breakfast.
I pull from under the sink the kettle and begin boiling water for tea.
Soon enough, breakfast is ready and plated. I place the trays on the little trolleys along with a pot of tea and a matching teacup, as well as sugar and cream, on each.
I roll each Mistress her cart and leave it at the foot of her bed.
I, then, go eat a slice of bread and begin to feed the animals we keep in the back. I raise pigs, chickens, goats, geese, cows, and my favourite, horses. I give every trough food and water, but I make sure the horse, Blackjack, eats and then give him some quick exercise. I need him in shape for when I make my grand escape. I can only hope the time to leave comes soon, but we'll never know. I sigh and begin heating up water to begin filling the bath tubs for the Mistresses when the first bell started ringing. I breathe deeply and rush up to Mistress Grizzella's Room, knowing I'm in for a long day.
Cinderella - Nico - POV
I clambour into the carriage. Thank the gods that today is my last day in France. I hated how all the French bints kept hugging on me as if burying me in her bosom would make me love her and make her the next queen. I wish I had a normal life. Like one of the kids in the village of my hometown, Gaeatlas, with cargo shorts and fun socks and tank tops. My advisor, Leo, sits across from me in the carriage. His Courters, Hazel and Frank, sit with him and he begins talking.
"Neeks! Ready to go home?" Leo asks.
"Stop calling me Neeks. And yes. To be home would be an immense pleasure to sy the least," I reply, in a short, curt fashion. Leo turned his attention to his Courters and I zoned out. As great as it is to be away from France, I dont want to return to Englitaly.