Fever

(Of woman's scorn)

          I stood over the cold lifeless body of what had been my lover. He staring at me with dead eyes; or was he staring at the sky. I sighed pulling my sword from his corpse and cleaning it on his shirt. It was a real shame, he should have just stayed faithful and not played games. I started to walk away but made myself stop. I needed one last look, just one.
          I turned my eyes caressing his warm or should I say now cold tan skin and obsidian locks. " So sad, would have made a great husband." I laughed before adding "Nothing worse than a woman's scorn." With that I was off, reminiscing how it all had started. Earlier I had thought his love ran just as deep as mine. He has told me he loved me and would never do anything to hurt me.           I had been a fool and believed him. Bearing my heart and soul to him like a gushing little girl. I was next in line destined to be queen of a kingdom. My father had offered me many suitors. Handsome and wealthy as usual. None of them had struck me in any sort but disgust.           (To train a queen)

I sat in front of the mirror staring at myself. I took in all of my details my striking blue grey eyes, porcelain skin, long dish water blonde hair currently pulled into a neat bun, and sharp features that revealed no emotion. Warm hands fell onto my shoulders. " Good morning miss how are you this morning?" came the chipper voice of my governess or should I say teacher Aggie. She was a small portly woman who strived to make my life miserable.          I had long since gotten used to her barging into my room. She wasn't entirely bad, just enough to get annoying. " I'm fine." I replied for the most part indifferent to her presence. "You are looking rather plump this morning. Are you sure you have been eating what I told you?" Aggie said in a cross tone. I stood only answering her with a nod. I was in no mood for her prodding this morning. I smoothed my orange and green colored dress as I waited for her assessment of me today. She seemed to get a tart frown as she looked me up and down. I was very accustom to her disapproval of myself. I was as fit to be a queen as a fish in air. "Look at you, you are a complete mess!" Aggie croaked to herself. "I swear for the life of me you will be queen material when I finish with you." Aggie continued beating her fist in her palm. "Her looks aren't the trouble, the suitors think her to be to independent and bright." Mary her dressing maid mumbled with a smirk. Aggie turned glaring at Mary knowing she was right. For that smirk I would spend the rest of my day training harder and harder to be queen material. No more slouching, elbows on the table, snide comebacks, pants, weapons, etc. By the time we had gotten midday I was sitting on my Father's throne annoyed as ever.