Chapter 8: Another Pointless Title
"What is this about, then?"
"I think you are most definitely a Lady, no matter what that woman says."
Macallister and Huxford had followed Christabel out of the hall, into the garden where she was gasping for air. She gave a small smile,
"Yes, this is all very fine." she gasped, "Could one of you...loosen my corset? It is killing me."
Huxford and Macallister shared raised eyebrows, but Macallister did as his sister requested dutifully.
"Thank you!" she gulped in her breath gratefully, shaking her head. "It is not worth it! I will stay a girl forever if I have to go through this any longer."
"Well," Huxford sat next to Christabel on one side, and Macallister on the other side, "Think about it this way; when you are married, no one can really tell you what to do."
Christabel smiled, "Except I can not decide who I marry. I am destined to a life of some form of tie-down." with this thought she sighed, and tugged at her dress, "I really like this dress." she commented.
Macallister and Huxford simply nodded, and the three of them lapsed into a silence. They sat there until Huxford felt a raindrop.
"Rain." He commented.
Macallister and Christabel grunted, and they slowly stood.
"Do you really think you should go back with that...undone?" Macallister gestured to Christabel's dress, which was still undone.
Christabel shrugged, "What will they really do to me? Deny allowance into Lady-hood? At the moment, that sounds almost pleasant." she smiled grimly, "Good night, Little Monsters."
She walked into the corridors, and came face-to-face with her instructor.
"Lady Christabel! What have you been doing? What is this?" She turned Christabel around, gesturing to her open back. "Have you been with...to your quarters, young Lady-in-training. To your quarters!"
Without a word, or a sound, Christabel walked haughtily to her quarters. She ignored the odd stares she received, and didn't notice gaining a stalker on her way.
"I think you are most definitely a Lady, no matter what that woman says."
Macallister and Huxford had followed Christabel out of the hall, into the garden where she was gasping for air. She gave a small smile,
"Yes, this is all very fine." she gasped, "Could one of you...loosen my corset? It is killing me."
Huxford and Macallister shared raised eyebrows, but Macallister did as his sister requested dutifully.
"Thank you!" she gulped in her breath gratefully, shaking her head. "It is not worth it! I will stay a girl forever if I have to go through this any longer."
"Well," Huxford sat next to Christabel on one side, and Macallister on the other side, "Think about it this way; when you are married, no one can really tell you what to do."
Christabel smiled, "Except I can not decide who I marry. I am destined to a life of some form of tie-down." with this thought she sighed, and tugged at her dress, "I really like this dress." she commented.
Macallister and Huxford simply nodded, and the three of them lapsed into a silence. They sat there until Huxford felt a raindrop.
"Rain." He commented.
Macallister and Christabel grunted, and they slowly stood.
"Do you really think you should go back with that...undone?" Macallister gestured to Christabel's dress, which was still undone.
Christabel shrugged, "What will they really do to me? Deny allowance into Lady-hood? At the moment, that sounds almost pleasant." she smiled grimly, "Good night, Little Monsters."
She walked into the corridors, and came face-to-face with her instructor.
"Lady Christabel! What have you been doing? What is this?" She turned Christabel around, gesturing to her open back. "Have you been with...to your quarters, young Lady-in-training. To your quarters!"
Without a word, or a sound, Christabel walked haughtily to her quarters. She ignored the odd stares she received, and didn't notice gaining a stalker on her way.
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