Here I am, in the stables, cleaning horse shit because of my venomous tongue. I guess papa bear doesn't like hearing the truth.
"Ah."
"Disgusting shit."
"What are you feeding these horses?"
"Oh my fucking ass, it STINKS!"
I was barely working. I was screaming and cussing, and partly cleaning the mess.
"Oh dear Lord, did you just cuss out loud? Wow did you just mention something not be mentioned?"
My nose crinkled up, my mouth curved into a pout of disgust and my eyes almost watering, I turned to look at the owner of the voice.
I was holding a bucket full of stinking water. I was holding it away from my body, even though it was most definately useless to do so because I could feel the wetness at hem of my dress.
Was the unmentionable word 'ass'?
I broke into a laughter. She is cute. I then turned to face her fully. She looked disgusted.
"What if I fucking cuss, you can also do it," I shrug. She looked as like one of those rich kiddies when you tell them Chanel went broke.
"A lady shall not cuss!"
"Ah, get it off sizzy, a lady shouldn't fucking drown others either," I countered casually, as if it wasn't me that she threw into the lake. Normally I don't cuss alot because it was just normal, now it was fun.
Her expression was that of pure horror before she immediately masked it, making me wonder if I had seen it right.
"What are you talking about? You weren't drowned, were you?" she asked, as if genuinely curious. I could feel irritation in me.
"I never said I was the one who was drowned," I squinted my eyes at her. She gulped. "But do you know who anyways?" I went on.
"Who...?" She sounded unsure and confused.
"Whoever this water lands on," I say with a shrug. A wide mischievous grin plastered on my face.
"Come again?"
I splashed the whole thing onto her. When she gasped, I was sure it even went into her mouth. Who even opens their mouth? It is something of a reflex to shut it for your own good right? Now horse shit was in her mouth.
Ah, she was just pretty.
"Aaah!" she shrieked, spitting out what she swallowed. I had to gather all my two lifetime's self control just so I wouldn't burst into a thunderous laughter. I should be pretty, a lady shall not laugh loudly.
"What are you doing here? I didn't see you there, how can you sneak up on me like that Sister?" I ask, suddenly switching to surprise and worry. She glared at me, which I would feel threatening if not for her being bathed in horse shit.
"You will pay for this Astoria Lannister!" she thundered. I could imagine fumes coming out of her ears. But, she was still pretty even in this situation. Is this what we call pretty girl privilege or what.
"As long as you remember I am a Lannister," I laugh.
"Doesn't change the fact that you are a mere prostitute's daughter!"
That, that managed to drop my smile. It is as if she hit my sensitive spot. I felt an overwhelming surge of anger replace my mind. I was too angry that I felt like I would burst. Something in me just kicked at those words.
"Do you enjoy staying around and smelling?" I ask, my tone emotion void. She knew she had stricken a nerve, she smirks real quick but she decided her image would be better taken care of first. She turned around with a laugh of victory but I had not gotten back at her for her snaky mouth. I kicked her square in the butt, making her land of her face, right in some dirty water that had turned into mud.
"Watch your footing sizzy, your wouldn't want to ruin that face, you have nothing else left of you lose that one," I say, still emotionlessly. I was currently feeling this sudden urge of drawing blood.
Shireen must be really really important to me.
By evening time, I was done, but my mood was getting worse as time passed. I was seeing memories of how my mother was being treated when she was alive. She took care of Astoria to a point it was almost an obsession. I think she did something to this face, for protection? I don't know, Astoria wasn't listening keenly since she was just ten or was it nine?
'Beauty is nothing compared to peace' she says.
I smiled bitterly, couldn't agree more. Peace would be something I'll exchange for anything. But I won't get it, since I am ugly and your daughter.
But I didn't care much about my face, I believe that I am a professional in this area. My family owned a beauty school and company. Of course I am intelligent in that sector, plus, I was also an aspiring model for our brand by the time I was seventeen, too bad it had to be ruined.
Just some really really really nasty pimples that made me shiver by just looking at them, and skin darkening, even if I won't have those creams, it doesn't mean I couldn't improvise. I will be failing myself real hard.
Thinking about my face, my hands unconsciously went to touch it and wow was it rough.
When I got inside the house, I ducked from something, though I was not sure what. Really stinking clothes fell near my feet. I took steps back, slowly looking up to see Verbena and Myrcella, glaring at me. Verbena even seemed to have been crying, her eyes getting all puffy. She was still pretty, pretty girl privileges I guess.
Standing next to her was a bland looking Myrcella, fuming. She wouldn't be pretty even if she was trying, not now that her face was distorted with anger. Verbena clearly looked like a goddess before her. No wonder why father was visiting the red lights houses.
I was not really in a good mood but I wouldn't show.
"Those are not mine," I say, walking past the clothes only for Verbena to rush forward and try to shove me, and I just let her.
"She has no lady morals! She cussed right infront of me," she accused truthfully. I guess the only truth I will ever get to hear from her.
"Even if your mother was from a red light district, you are still a daughter of the Count!" Myrcella pointed out, scolding in a harsh tone as she backed up her daughter. I stood there, staring at the two with an amused smile, which they wouldn't see through the veil anyway. Must they always fight with me?
"Oh God, I cussed?!" I gasped, almost behaving like I couldn't believe that I was morally deprived. "I have to thank sister Verbena for pointing it out, truly, but I don't remember?" I more of questioned myself at the end, scratching my head, that was also covered in a veil.
"I will have to tell your father this incident. You cuss out like a woman from your mother's business and then dump water on your older sister who tried to correct you!"
It seems as if Myrcella liked pointing that out. She wanted to put it in every sentence she says to me. As much I wouldn't want to admit it, it did affect me. I mean, Shireen was a mother and a half. Where was she, as a mother who was only insecure, have a footing to talk about Shireen like that?
"Oh, I wasn't listening, I think you are not getting enough sleep, because look at you, you look like a zombie!" I gasped.
"Zombie?" they questioned together.
Oh yeah, I forget, they wouldn't understand. "You have dark circles under your eyes. They are so big I even thought you have two pairs of eyes. You have to take care of yourself a little bit more since you weren't gifted like other women. Your don't want father to wander about again now do you?" it was a mock that visibly put in a game of sweetness.
Nothing ever slaps harder than people pointing out your insecurities. And I was winning because the two looked frozen. Myrcella especially, looked terrified. Before her anger overtook.
"What did you just say to me?!" she thundered, rushing towards me in attempt to pull off my veil. I stepped back, slapping her hand away without restraint. Her plain eyes went wide upon realising I just slapped her.
"Excuse my manners," I said with a curtsy and made to walk up the stairs.
"Don't forget you just said father visits brothels and you called mother ugly and you dumped dirty water on me after I caught you cussing!" Verbena yelled behind me.
"I think you put it into words, I never said such. You actually think your own mom is ugly," I said casually as I walked up the stairs.