~ ANAMAY ~
I kissed grandma goodnight like etiquette demands of any royal Lady do so. Yeah it is the one thing I kept from everyone including the Parkers; I was a foster daughter to a member of the Danish royal blood line and my parents were grooming me to marry someone close to the throne so that I can at least be a 'Lady In Waiting' or one of the queen's women. I did not find that amusing at all.
I was up in up in my room now, in front of the giant mirror that stood facing my bed, brushing my hair. My heart in melancholic wonder…
'What is going on with me'
Since my parents had a heated argument with the Packers and I was called and warned never to associate with them again, strange things have been happening to me.
First, my body started getting extra flesh but my weight dropped. My boobs and bum got bigger and rounder and the shape of my eyes went for wide to cat like. I grew a few inches taller too.
Standing with my eyes on my reflection, a picture of myself a month ago hanging on the wall behind it, I was hundred percent sure this was not normal.
The other day, I had taken the family photo album lying that I wanted to memorize the names and career of the women before me.
Certainly was not my plan, I wanted to know if anyone of them looked like me now, even a little bit, I saw body structure a little similar to mine but not the eyes and not the ash hair color.
And none of them changed into that form in the middle of the night – I like to call it that because three months is like a single night time compared to the years it takes someone to make such reconstruction.
But who could I tell about my fears. They already sounded very ridiculous to me talk more of my parents.
Those people only understood me when I said I wanted to greet grandma or I was prepared to go to the ball but everything else I said was like the words of a mute.
Plus, they loved my new transformation. Grandma especially. I was finally able to wear the clothes she had in mind to get for me and men were ogling at me every time I seemed to meet their gaze. That was always disgusting.
I heaved tying the hair in to a bun and turned to the bed. My radiating pink Walls Looking at me. A queen size bed in front of me.
'Great'
I have to sleep in this abomination again. I hope with all my life that next week would come immediately so I could start college. That tomorrow was not another ball in the English Manor in Britain.
But when I was awoken by the maid throwing the curtains open and letting the piercing rays of the sun sting my eyes; I was reawakened to my misery.
I rose from the bed and gave a light stare at the women in my room, their eye brows raised but their lips entertaining no smiles. Hands raised and straightened with all my clothes lined up on them. By all, I mean everything.
I was not even allowed to pick my own underwear because for some sick reason, in case one of the princes were to lose his mind over my and pin me to the wall in an empty hall, kissing and lifting my dress; he would see only good things and want me more.
Oh you think marrying into royalty is easy for someone from one of the smaller families. Nope, it's hook or crook.
My eyes were on the translucent orange panties with so little covering for my private organ. I would be better off wearing nothing…
I sighed, letting the tears in my eyes drizzle and sparkle in the sun light. My hand maid placed a list on the bed. "The ball begins by noon. You need to be on a plane before ten o'clock . Get up, lady Anamay."
"Yes mam."
I was very use to their indifference. One time I caught them saying I did not have the right to complain that I was paying for the riches I did not work for. I could even see the snare in their eyes right now.
I dared not look again lest their hate swallow me so I kept my head down and dummied my body so they could carry it in to the bath, put clothes on it, comb it's hair and lead it by the leash to the limousine.
A seat in the back. Mother sat on my left, father on my right and grandma opposite me. The Winnie vehicle, as I called it, began to roll on its wheels towards the plane fields.
In Archidis estate, there is zero traffic and a giant mass of land filled with private jets. A run way for take-off too. An airport for only the royal, Noble and mighty.
Grandma's plane was there. We alighted from the winne, a thirty minute after we left the house. I was lead in to the plane by the pilot/butler/chauffeur/secret service agent who was Grandma's right hand man. My parents were merely there to see me off as they always do.
My name is no longer Anamay Mathews. I am now Lady Anamay of the fourth house of Thaine, daughter to Louise Arias. For short I was Ana Arias. Only the servants could call me Lady Anamay and only at home.
I was given a seat in the long cushion and told to rest my hand on a pillow, my head gently on the chair but to keep it from pressing on the food or my hair would scatter.
To cross my legs and keep a smile on my face regardless of my discomfort. Oh, and my stomach ticked it so it could remain flat as against the warnings of the doctor who said my lower abdomen was becoming told small to accommodate my organs.
I did as I was told and like the legendary Spartan boy, I did not say a word even as the pain of my position and my life bored holes in to me like the fox. I prayed for us to get to the English Manor already but most of all, I prayed that Lord Martin Lugerd would not attend.