6A Long, Long Time Ago
Or maybe not so long ago after all...
Part the first
Princess Sariah
Chapter One
"Confound it all, I'm just to confuddled right now to do this," Princess Sariah said, throwing down her quill pen. Writing was good and fine- in the right place, at the right time. But right now everything she was supposed to be doing kept whirling through her head. She was supposed to attend court, to get her exercise, study music, and keep up on her schoolwork. It sounded simple enough, but...
"Stupid court duties," she muttered to herself under her breath. "HEY! ME!"
"What?" said a muffled voice from the other side of the room.
"Can you get my audience gown for me? Dad's making me go to court again. What are you doing in there?" Princess Sariah walked across her circular tower room to where her "other self," a Lady Maid who was also named Sariah, was partially submerged with the contents of a trunk. There was a large bolt of fabric over her head, accounting for the muffled sound of her voice.
"I'm was trying to clean this trunk out," Sariah said, pulling the fabric off her head so she could talk, exposing her medium-length hair the same light-brown color as the Princess's, though it curled gently under at the ends in an elegent fashion. "I don't think we've gotten into it since you were about ten which was... hmm," Sariah counted on her fingers, "about six years ago. Hey, wait... exactly six years ago. This stuff is from your tenth birthday!" They both giggled. That particular birthday had many mishaps and unfortunate occurances that were aweful at the time but hillarious in hindsight and many others that were funny no mattert what sight you used.
"Wow... Six years. Now I feel old."
"You feel old? Ha! What about me? I'm even older than you," Sariah exclaimed. They both giggled again. "But you're right. Six years since we've become best friends, since you got this tower room, and since my parents sold me into slavery." Sariah covered her heart with a dramatic flourish. This was somewhat difficult, as she was still trapped in fabric.
"Slavery?" the Princess said. "The servants do most of the work, you just have to follow me around. It's not like you're not paid, either."
"It's still slavery."
"Not to mention you get vacations."
"So?"
The Princess laughed helplessly. "Why are you cleaning out the trunk?"
"Well, the servants won't do it. They think I know what's valuable to you."
"You're me. Of course you know."
"Exactly. So I have to do it."
"Anyway," Princess Sariah said, "since you're covered in souveniers from my tenth birthday party, I'll go get the gown myself, if you tell me where it is." Sariah gave her directions, and she returned with a rather dusty pink gown. She dusted it off and Sariah helped her change into it. They examined the results in the full-length mirror.
"I don't think you've worn that for at least six months," Sariah said.
Princess Sariah made a face. "It's pink. Everything I own is pink. And it's covered in lace. And it's too tight. So why would I wear it? It's uncomfortable."
"Hmm... Good point." Sariah looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "Why is your dad making you go to court anyway, Me?
Princess Sariah snorted. "Because I'm turning sixteen. 'Sixteen is the age of responsibility, Sariah. It'll be good for you.'" She rolled her eyes.
"Ha ha, I laugh at you." Princess Sariah mock glared at her other self. Then she stuck her tongue out at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her perfectly straight, light brown hair falling in a curtain down her back, and her crown sitting primly on top of her hair.
"I'll see you later, Sariah," the Princess said. "After my 'duties' are done."
"Good luck."
The Princess made another face. "I'll need it."
A/N thanks for reading. Please, give me some feedback on whether or not you liked it, and why or why not. I would really appreciate any help you can give me. I really don't mind criticism. I need to know my weak points so I can make them stronger. Thanks in advance!