Daisy crossed her arms. âOh please, those things never happen! And youâre telling me that the queen doesnât have all the power in the country!? She could always end the rebellions as quickly as they started!â she added.
She could feel her blood boiling already, and being called a child added fuel to the fire. She knew that as a maid, she shouldnât be causing a scene, it was very risky, but she just couldnât keep quiet. âIâm not a child! Stop calling me that!â she yelled out, standing up from her chair. âPeople like the queen could never know what itâs like to live their life worrying about whether theyâll survive tomorrow! None of these high caste people do!â Daisy could feel her eyes tear up, but lowered her head. âTheyâre better than us, arenât they? Who cares if someone like me, a maid, has toâŚâ she trailed off, noticing one of the kitchen staff employees looking at her.
Daisy suddenly went quiet, looking around the room. She could feel the rest of the people in the kitchen staring at her, whispering about her, whether they actually were or not, she was convinced she really screwed up. She took a deep breath, sitting down, head still turned to the floor.
When Thomas realized he slipped something about his father being alive. âOh no ⌠I donât believe in the afterlife. I believe in what I see and when I die ⌠Weâll see.â Thomas says. âAlthough, a gun to my head Iâd say the Big Bang holds the most water.â After all this he answered the biggest question she asked. âBut I meant I would visit my fatherâs grave. Itâs not the same as seeing him alive, but when I need it itâs like heâs there. You might also have a place that gives you solace and peace, until you find that place, you could use the orchard, itâs away from prying eyes and everything. Just donât be here too often or people will know to follow you. It might also be a good idea to get back sooner or later, before anybody noticed youâre not there.â
Amalia chuckled âIâm going to stop calling you a child when you stop talking like one.â Amalia said. âThe Queen doesnât have all the power in the country. She does have some power, but if she doesnât have the support of the people, she wonât have enough power to stop her own people from wanting her gone, let alone the people in a rebellion. Also, a rebellion is where the Queenâs influence doesnât reach. See rebels are people who donât like the Queen on her throne and theyâre willing to do illegal acts to get her away from the throne. Remeber the Russian Bolshevik Revolution? These people marched into the castle of the Royal family and shot every royal in the house. Including the Queen and her children. Or Lady Gray Jane? She was a Queen for 9 days and at the end ⌠She was executed and somebody else sat on the throne.â Amalia said.
When Daisy shot up to further shout about her childish beliefs, Amalia noticed her face start worrying and become aware of what she has been saying. Amalia followed her gaze to everybody else and when she returned it towards Daisy she said. âItâs sad you actually believe that.â Amalia raised up, already having finished her lunch and her coke, and said âIf you ever marry a man of a higher caste for instance, and youâll start acting like youâre better than some people ⌠Boy will you be shot down fast. The castes might work in a way, but they donât determine which person is better. You, although I doubt it, might be better than one of the Ladies in the castle.â Amalia said, noticing that maybe Daisy believed that because she has been told that one too many times, and she found that most sad. She started putting away her tupperware and the cookie before she could return to work.
As Daisy listened to Amalia explain the queenâs actual situation, she could notice the rest of the people turning their attention away from her. They went back to what they were doing, and yet, Daisy couldnât help but worry that word would spread of how she reacted. Amalia continued on explaining, but Daisy couldnât understand the references she was making. She never had the opportunity to learn about those events. She only stared as the girl kept talking.
Amelia started collecting her belongings and preparing to head back to work, meanwhile Daisy didnât move from her seat. âIf I ever do marry a man from a higher caste than mine, why wouldnât I see everyone below as less than me?â she finally spoke. âIf they put in effort to improve their situation, then there wonât be a problem.â she added, although she doubted that Amalia would want to hear another word from her.
Sanura wasnât sure why, but something in Thomasâ reply felt off. She didnât want to think about it too much because she didnât know what he thought and couldnât judge him since she hadnât known him that long. She herself did not know anyone who had died because her grandparents had already died before she was born. She didnât agree with his words, but she knew that everyone reacted to death and loss in their own way. âI think everyone has their own image and finds their own way in itâ she murmurs.
For a second, she thought. âYou know, maybe Iâll take you up on that offerâ she mumbled, still thinking about it. It would be nice to have a place she can go to where people wouldnât easily find her when she really wants to be alone as she had a roommate.
Thomas smiled and said âDo take me up on the offer, that is why I offered.â He sighed and said âNice way to avoid what I said before.â He looked at her and offered his had hand as a symbol more than an actual offer, to take her back. âYouâll be missed at the party and ⌠most importantly, the Prince will see youâre not there and assume youâre sneaking off somewhere doing something illegal. If weâre âŚâ He decided to change the statement he halfway said. âWhen weâre found here, the Prince will assume weâve been ⌠you knowâ His words insinuated passionate acts, but he didnât want to insult her by saying them out loud, only hinting at it, knowing she would get his meaning. âAnd we wonât be able to provide any evidence that proves that it not the case. You know the penalty is death, right?â He said, worried she might not have realized the danger she could be in if found right here, right now, in his company, away from camera and prying eyes and in solitude, unable to be seen or heard. âItâs better if you head back to the party.â He said.
Wren laughed slightly when Andie wondered out loud how she hadnât seen their rings. âYou probably were just preoccupied. I wasnât expecting you to notice.â Andie took their hand to inspect the rings, and Wren slipped them off, setting them in Andieâs hand so she could have a better look. They nodded when Andie said she hardly wore jewelry. âWell, Iâll at least show you what I have. Maybe youâll find something you like.â When told Andieâs birthday, Wren thought for a second. âYou have two. Opal and tourmaline. They both come in multiple colors. I have some rings and maybe a necklace or two. I forgot.â @LunaticLeviTheSecond - Andie
"Child, if this is your opinion, then I hope you never get married into a higher caste. Itâs obvious youâve grown up in a bubble, and eiher your parents or someobdy else, told you a fairytale about people from the higher ranks so you could imagine yourself away from the horrible life youâve had. What is said ⌠" Amalia turned around to face her. âIs that youâre almost grown up and you still belive that fairytale. You told me not to call you child, but only a child could believe what you just told me. Ask anybody around here ⌠Nobody believes that but you ⌠Because theyâre all grown up.â Amalia looked her up and down before saying âLetâs just hope you working here bursts that silly bubble youâve been living in.â Amalia said and took a spray and a white paper towel and started cleaning the table after herself and Daisy. âChild you never told me your name. I just realized. Iâm Amalia.â
âOpal and tourmaline.â Andrea tried to remeber those two by repeating them straight after Wren told them. She gave Wren her rings back, realizing she was still holding them and would soon forget they were there and misplace them somewhere. âI like achromatic colors and browns. I like them white, black and in various shades of brown. Grays could pass too but I wouldnât wear it often and Iâd wouldnât have too many outfit choices I could pair with it.â Andrea said.
Andie repeated the names of the two stones, and Wren nodded. âI can write them down if you want. Then you can remember them.â They took their rings back, slipping them onto their fingers and listening to Andie explain what she liked. âYou might not like opals that much, due to the fact that theyâre iridescent. They shine in multiple colors when in the light. Tourmaline sounds more like what youâd like. It comes in uniform colors, in basically every color of the rainbow. Even pearls come in different colors. Itâs really cool.â @LunaticLeviTheSecond - Andie
âReally? I didnât know that then. Is the other stone also iridescent? Becuase I might not want to wear them if thatâs the case.â Andrea thought about the notion of wearing a birth stone and a question formed in her head. âSay, what is the point of wearing your birthstone anyways? And what determines something as somebodyâs birthstone.â
The more she listened to Amalia talk, the more confused she became. The girl spoke calmly, no matter what Daisy said or how she reacted. She almost couldnât believe it. âHere you go again, calling me a child!â she sighed, looking around the room once more. âI donât want to argue, not in here at least. I canât ruin my reputation like that⌠Also, donât speak about me like you know what Iâve been through!â
Attempting to make herself look better, she also took a paper towel to help with cleaning. She wasnât sure why she was doing it, as a maid assigned to serve a lady. âIâm Daisy, I thought I told you?â she said. Though, there was one thing weighing on her mind from Amaliaâs speech. Did everyone else really feel the same way as Amalia did?
âAnd you know what? Iâve never had a conversation this serious before.â Daisy laughed. âNo offense, but you also look pretty young. Why do you talk like youâre 60?â
âOk, if you donât like iridescence, also stay away from moonstone, labradorite, pearls, and agate. Pearls arenât a gem, but you know what I mean. Pearls are created when the inside of an oyster gets irritated, but I donât exactly know what happens. No, tourmaline isnât iridescent, though it can have flecks of silver or other things.â Andie then asked why people wear birthstones. âWell, they probably either think itâs pretty, or itâs a type of astrology thing. Iâm not exactly sure where the idea of birthstones came from. I think it was the 18th century.â They said, shrugging. @LunaticLeviTheSecond - Andie
âHere you go again, calling me a child!â Amalia rolled her eyes âGet used to it child, until you grow up Iâll see you as a child.â She said. âDonât speak about me like you know what Iâve been through!â Amalia was a little rouch with the answer, but it needed to be said âAll this time youâve been talking nonsense you think true about the higher classes withouth knowing what theyâve been through. Iâm only doing to you what youâre refusing to stop doing to them. I really want to see you put in your place when you tell your Lady how her life is easy. She will see that you understand her life is not as simple as you believe it to be.â Amalia was on the verge of shouting when she finished that sentence but she calmed down by the time she said âNo, I donât recall you giving me your name.â She didnât say it was a pleasure to meet her because she hasnât lied to her since she met her, and she wasnât about to lie now, plus she didnât want to tell her it was a pleasure when she is so ignorant and silly she makes her angrier the more she speaks.
âYouâve never had a conversation this serious before? Well then people listened to the shât coming out of your mouth and decided to stay silent then?â Amalia asked, tired of not telling her exactly what she thinks. âAnd I donât talk like Iâm sixty. Maybe 30 because my whole life I was surrounded by people of that age, but it only seems 60 to you only because you talk like a child.â Amalia was really angry with Daisy now. Ignorance and stupidy is what does it for her and she rather spend her lunchbreak somewhere else. âIf you want to share another lunchbreak with me ⌠Donât talk.â Amalia put her apron back on and went out.
@idiot.exe - Daisy
ORP - Sorry but I canât pretend anymore that your character doesnât fuel me like those ignorant Americans who think theyâre right do
âPearls are fine. Theyâre too small to notice it. I can tell by the fact I never knew they were iridescent and always thought they were white. I have this necklace I brought with me with just one pearl ⌠Or maybe itâs not a pearl, I wouldnât know. Could you tell me if itâs a pearl or notâ Andrea asked.
âThe 18th century? So if somebody mentioned birthstones in say ⌠The 16th century they would be burned as a witch?â Andrea joked.
Daisy sighed, pouting. âI honestly donât get why youâre so caught up in defending those people!â she stated, dropping the paper towel. She didnât feel like cleaning anymore, now that she was sure nobody was watching her.
âBlah blah! Iâm done with you acting so mighty! As if Iâd ever want to share lunch with you again.â Daisy took a deep breath, trying not to let the past repeat itself. She stood at the table, watching as Amalia left.
It seemed they were both pretty angry at each other, yet Daisy wasnât going to just leave it be and cool off. She was planning on ranting about everything that happened to her, as soon as she got back to Edithâs room. Maybe her lady and the rest of the maids would be interested in getting back at Amalia. But how foolish was she to believe that anyone really cared about some petty drama, when this was a competition for the princeâs hand in marriage.
Sanura looked at him but then took his hand anyway. âI have to say, Mr. Fruit Man, you seem to want me gone,â she jokes as she is pulled up. âIf they really think so I can always throw in the story that I got nervous and you were kind enough to take me to a quiet place and help me outâ she says with a shrug. âIf they give you the death penalty for just talking to someone else, a lot of people are going to die in the near future,â she added sarcastically. âbut if youâve had enough of me, Iâll gather all my courage and turn to the other girls, youâre right that it only gets harder when everyone is already big buddies and Iâve shared traumas with the fruit manâ she jokes as she walks towards the castle with him.
Wren nodded when Andie said pearls were fine. They then let out a small snort when sheâd said pearls were small. âAs with every stone, there are big ones and small ones. Some pearls can get pretty big, though even the big ones are small. At least itâs not a geode. Those can be absolutely massive. You have your normal, handheld geodes, then there are others that are taller than a grown man. Itâs pretty insane. Like geode Stonehenge or something.â Andie then asked if they could look at a pearl necklace she had, and Wren agreed. âOf course. Just bring it to me when you can.â They giggled at the witchcraft joke, nodding. âI mean, probably. They actually hung the witches, but I do know that you could be convicted for having a birthmark or mole. Honestly, just being a weirdo could get you convicted.â @LunaticLeviTheSecond - Andie
Alviva telling Camila she was a good sister, turned her red. It was one of the best compliments someone could give in Camilaâs eyes, so Alviva telling her meant a lot. âGracias, thank you so muchâ she said with a broad smile âPart of why Iâm here is because I want to be un ejemplo, an example for them. Being Latina and not of high caste, we are not represented much, but I want to show them anything is possible. I want my siblings to have someone like them to look up toâ she explained. While this for sure wasnât her only motivation, her siblings had played a huge role in her motivation for joining the Selection.
It surprised Camila a bit that Alviva had so much respect for photography. Higher castes usually didnât respect most creative occupations such as photography. Camila should have known better however, Alviva started to make her more aware that not everything and everyone higher caste is bad. Alviva in fact seemed like a genuine and kind person, and she felt relatable to Camila. âMuch like how my dad didnât allow me to touch his equipment until I was olderâ she laughed as she said this. âEven if my last name is literally picture, we are 4 generations of photographers, he didnât think it would be safe. Luckily I proved him wrong.â she said referring to the price she had won. âThat photoshoot will happen, ciertamente, but once the light is rightâ she needed a spectacular but soft light for Alviva. If she were to take pictures of Alviva, she wanted her to look at her most beautiful âHope you donât mind waking up early for itâ she said jokingly. Camila herself was absolutely terrible with waking up early, she forced herself from time to time as sunrise was special, but she was not a morning person for certain.
What Camila looked forward to in the near future, that was a tough question âNot quite sureâ she admitted âIâm quite curious about the prince, but you couldnât really say Iâm looking forward to it. Not quite sure if we would be compatible, at allâ Camila didnât really know what to expect from the prince, but in her mind he was the sterotype of a well of person who didnât care about anyone but himself. âI guess only time will tell. How about you, how do you feel about meeting the prince?â
As Edith wandered around the palace halls, admiring the decorations, she almost lost her way around. The palace was huge, way bigger than any mansion sheâd stayed at. There were no words to describe her amazement, enchanted by the design and architecture of the interior. Though she initially planned to take a visit to the theater, she couldnât remember the way anymore, nor where she went.
Luckily, a palace guard seemed to be nearby. Edith put on a charming smile, just as sheâs always done. âExcuse me, miss,â she walked up to the guard. âCould you guide me to the theater, please?â Normally she wouldnât ask for help, but she was exhausted from the activities that day and just wanted to relax. And besides, it wouldnât hurt to make a friend.
âSo, are you actually studying to become a doctor?â She asked Dariana with a tad bit of healthy scepticism. Even if she felt like she would be in decently capable hands with Dariana, she hoped to get some more confirmation that Dariana actually knew what she did because of her education. Leah had a lot of respect for people who studied, especially for occupations that would help other people such as doctors.
âLeah Fisher, your royal highness. I am pleased to meet-â she had tried to repeat Dariana and practice, but had to stop as she had started to laugh âIâm sorry,â she quickly said, scared Dariana would think she didnât take her seriously âit just does not sound like meâ she confessed to Dariana. âI think Iâll just stick with Leah Fisher from Yukonâ just as she had introduced herself to Dariana, it felt more comfortable to her. She was more nervous about the cursie, it was not a custom to her at all. She had totally forgotten about her ankle, but when she tried to stand up again to practice a cursie, in that moment her ankle was nothing but shooting pains. Leah started fearing that if she was in serious medical trouble, which it seemed like she might be, the Selection might be over for her already. âCan you help me with pain medication?â she asked âbut no one can know. I canât be sent home yet for medical reasons. My siblings depend on me.â she said, having to fight tears. She wasnât sure whether they were from the pain or from feeling like a complete disappointment.
Maid of Rosemary Edith Dolloway 
