The Fair Lady with the Fairy voice

Zylith.

OKAY! Before you get all confused, baffled, stupefied and blah blah blah... about my impending death, hear me out.

Hmm! Where should I begin? From the time when I stooped too low to wash my face in the washbasin of my school lavatory and eventually got sucked into a little whirlpool that formed in that weird basin. Oh! And thus, ended up in this middle aged rotten of a world (What is this, ENCHANTED?), or from the time when I was caught by human traffickers while wandering cluelessly in this vile place and then got sold off as a house maid?

Either way, I was screwed the moment I was sold off to the Ronales' house of dukedom.

Let me tell you this, the house of duke Ronales was the filthiest turd-bag family of the history. Both in the past, present and possibly in the future. And I am not exaggerating, not in the least, I can so imagine them being one of those famous modern political families that sucks the country dry from the inside out. Mhmm. Totally!

They were like this massive S&M family who enjoyed the plight of the less fortunate ones. Like whips, masks and leather high heels that would grind into your skin if faults were found, again, not exaggerating guys. At first, I, being from the modern feminist era and a being fuelled by caffeine, sarcasm and attitude, couldn't take all the sh*t they were throwing at me but quickly I learned, if I wanted to survive, I needed to keep my head stooped low and be as low-key as possible.?

And consequently, I Zylith Sanders A.K.A Lithe, became an inconspicuous servant girl who hailed from the sh*ttiest family of nobles. Or at least I was about two weeks ago. I still can't help but curse that blasted day when I set foot into the tea room of Duke Maddox Ronales, more like Mad-dog Ronales (Suits his barking personality better) and accidentally overheard the conversation, rather argument between the duke and his eldest daughter.

The eldest daughter of the duke, Elizabeth Rosalinda Ronales was a beautiful typical golden-haired blue-eyed girl of sixteen who was an eighteenth-century version of the bitchy Queen-bee. I even impulsively called her Lady Queen-bee to her face once, and she seemed infuriated at first, presuming it to be an insult; which it was. But she didn't need to know that. I, being the kind soul that I was, bestowed upon her the meaning of her title. In other words, I just said that Queen-bee was a title given to those who stood above all others and she seemed to like the name a lot (Bonus, I didn't exactly lie). So much so that she ordered every servant in the house to address her by nothing but that name.

The insult that I, so discreetly threw at her face, surprisingly got me into her good graces and I raised from the title of a lowly servant girl to the personal maid of Hers truly Lady Queen-bee. You can only imagine my hilarious irony. And hence I learnt a new trait of survival in this place. FLATTERY.

Lady Queen-bee was to be send off to the king of this kingdom as an offering of loyalty of the Ronales household towards the king, but she was not a willing individual in this ordeal.

Rumor had it that the 27th king of this kingdom was an evil heartless ugly man who slaughtered without means or mercy. He was known as the epitome of cruelty and wouldn't even hesitate to kill the nobles if need be. He was even rumored to kill his many children just because he hates kids(He's not even married, I have no idea how he has got children. Don't ask me, maybe they were all his illegitimate children). Plus, he was the most grotesque man anyone had ever laid their eyes upon. Burnt scars all over his face made his face look like a withered ginger root, and nose that of a boar and eyes as conniving as an old fox. In simple words, he was butt-ugly, or so the rumor goes.

And that did not sit well with Elizabeth Ronales.

"Father! How could you do this to your own daughter? I am not getting married to that ugly vile creature." Elizabeth cried.

"Watch your mouth Lizzy! Even walls have ears, and besides, we can't exactly refuse the king." The Duke sighed for the nth time. Not like I could blame him, if I had a daughter like Lady Queen-bee, sighing would be like breathing to me.

"Father! Please, father. I don't want to get married to that king. Haven't you heard about him? How could you be so cruel to your only eldest daughter!? Pushing me into this hellhole with your own two hands. HOW!!!" Her shrill voice rang throughout the room. Her mother, the lady duchess by her side, was trying to dwindle her outburst.

"Do you think I want to send you off to that man? But we have no other choice. The king doubts I've been conspiring with the rebels against him. If I don't do as he says and send you off to him, he will take my actions as a sign of treason and none of us will be left to tell the tale." He yelled back at the hysteric daughter.

"Darling please, she is only sixteen. And you know how much we adore our Lizzy, you can't expect her to take this silently and not protest. This is so unfair to both her and us, her family. To be cornered like this just because the king suspects us." Lady duchess pitched in.

"Unfair as it may, this is politics. He is just looking for a chance to catch me off guard so that he can remove me off my position and possibly even kill me. So if I don't do as he asks of me now, I will entirely fall into his well woven trap and all of us will be doomed for good. He has left us with no choice." The duke sighed in dissonance.

"No matter the cause, I refuse to give up my happiness for anything else. I'd rather die." Queen-bee shrieked back. Way to be selfish.

"Elizabeth! There would be no happiness to gloat around for if you keep being bull-headed like that." The duke bawled in frustration. "Servant!" He looked at me firmly, "Take her a way and make preparation for the lady's departure as soon as possible."

"Yes my lord." I bowed my head in dismissal as I dragged off a yelling frantic young ball-of-stress with me.

et me tell you this, dragging a sixteen-year-old frenetic bitch was no laughing matter. She was as wild as an enraged bull.

"Let me go I say, LET ME GO!!!" She kicked and threw fits like a five-year-old.

"Please don't be difficult my Lady. You know I cannot disobey the lord's orders. I beseech you to return to your chambers." I bit back my lips in sheer annoyance. Her tantrum was getting on my last nerve. I wondered if she would gain back her senses if I were to slap her just this once. Nah! What am I thinking, if zombies were to infiltrate this mansion she would be perfectly safe. Being her level of stupid should be a crime if you ask me. But sadly so, no one's here to ask the right questions. Now that I think about it, I wonder if this airhead would lose a tooth or two if I were to slap her face. It would give me great pleasure if I could disfigure her exulting face a tad little bit.

"How dare you order me around. Who do you think you are, you low born peasant." She screamed into my delicate ears and I realized I was think-babbling again. Yeah, I tend to do that sometimes. Living in this sh*tty world took a huge toll on me, so I tended to escape to my bloody_ AHEM! I mean appealing fantasies from time to time.

"No my Lady, I dare not. I was just..."

"Out of my way you peasant." She pushed me off like I was a ragged doll and sauntered away to her majestic room (please note the sarcasm) in a huff.

"Sheesh! Peasant this peasant that. Don't worry Queen-bee, after about a few decades, you and your family will be nothing but lowly peasants yourself. Just you wait for democracy; dearest democracy will do your family justice." I mumbled to myself.

"Who's democracy?" Hilda, the head maid and also my dear friend popped up from behind.

"Oh! Good morning Hilda. What's up?" I smiled at her and she in turn smiled at me brightly.

"Good morning Zylith." Hilda was the first friend I made in this world and she was the whole reason I am still not limping on one foot or crippled to this day. In other words, she taught me the ways of this world. As a result, still breathing here guys.

"So...what is this about democracy?" She pressed further.

"Oh you see, democracy is a title honoured to a person who is bold enough to get rid of this scum family of nobles. Just imagining about it gives me the exciting jitters you know." I winked at her and she laughed.

"Oh Zylith, you talk in the strangest of ways you know. But I have grown accustomed to it now, even though I fail to understand what you mean half the time." She shook her head in mirth. "But be careful, as I always say..."

"Yes yes, don't condemn the scummy nobles so openly or my head would fly. I get it." I nodded in concede. I've heard her 'be-careful' speech far too many times, enough to blabber it out by heart now.

She chuckled in delight to that, "Alright you big girl, let's get to work, we have so much to do." And off we went to dust and prune.

~???????????~

I should've known.

The moment I heard a knock at my door in the middle of the night I should've smelled the trouble and made my escape. But I was too carefree back then. For a moment I forgot I was not in Brooklyn, in my safe democratic world. I was in a dog-eat-dog world, where danger lurked in every corner of this place. I was too laid-back, and thus, it came back to bite me in the ass.