Brinestone

I've given my all to everyone. I've given my all to everything. I tried so hard to be chosen for today's ceremony; I locked up that evil witch Rosette, I had to organize and attend so many parties and since father was cross with me for a mere loss, I didn't have any means to buy my dresses. I had to wear the ones my seamstress had prepared, but I was mindful enough to wear them with heavyset jewellery since the dresses were so plain.

Father says she's the best seamstress in the country, but I see no quality to her work. It is plain and unbecoming. Each time I am forced to wear her dresses, I am painfully reminded of this; the jewellery really is heavy. In the past four days, it has gotten my ears sore and each necklace has left an imprint on my neckline. 

Anyhow, today's ceremony was supposed to be the last of the events I was to attend. I was sad but secretly a little relieved that it was about to be over. I was well on track to becoming Queen. I knew it well and so did everybody else with how they pampered me. 

But then -just thinking about it sets my blood boiling- that wretched woman Rosette entered the room (come to think of it I don't know how she came in, I will send Sebastian to investigate into that shortly) with dirt on her face and the stench of prison. She had the nerve to walk up to my podium at my ceremony and touch the Brinestone. 

No guards came to a stop her, no office bearer stopped her, and no one took my side when I pulled her off the dias and educated her. Slandering they called it. I did all I could not spit on the very ground she had polluted. 

Was it not an offence, to barge in uninvited, in ragged filthy clothing, standing on the dias of the future queen and dipping her hand into the stone of the chosen? Was I not doing the right thing by putting her in her place? In fact, I was too light on her, I should've killed her then and there, She should've been crying for mercy at the heel of my boot.

But something worse happened. The Brinestone, after a minute of me scolding oh-so-poor-Rosette, started to glow. It had chosen her, without seeing my nomination! That beastly woman dropped out of thin air and jokingly mishandled a precious object, and ruined the very thing I had been working on for years. Of course, I was angry. Who wouldn't be? 

So I hit her with the damned rhinestone itself. And like the frail woman she had become now, she crumpled on herself. Not a minute later, the guards were called on me. I had to flee from my own estate.

I hope the witch dies. I hope I've killed her. She took away everything from me. Everything. My honour, my glory, my love. What can raven hair and dark eyes do against a set of sparkling blue eyes and flowing golden hair, right? A prim and proper lady clearly isn't favoured, I could've saved all those years of rigorous training to spend my time with Ayesha, who died of a rare disease, or playing crackers with my grandmother, or just smelling the flowers in general. But I gave my everything to the throne, and the throne did not honour me back. 

I will ruin everything the throne has ever protected. That girl, those bearers, this estate. Everything.