Chapter 13 - Hero of the Cake (1/2)
”You know Moira, I think when someone gets older, their life's goals change, even their principles, and attitudes, all change, they develop more tolerance and patience, some say they become smarter, even geniuses. Fortunately, I am not in that group of people, I may say I am safe from that boring life for now and you too, so we should be part of the same group, we should unite as fellow six-year olders, but we must set some rules first, what do you think?”
”…”
”I knew you would agree, well, the first one, and I think the most important of them all as it will determine our future relationship. Never, I repeat Never throw a cake to the floor in my presence.”
The sweet voice of Anne was filled with a dark side battling to get out. If one were to see her closer, one would be able to notice a big shadow lurking around her body threatening to cause havoc to the world.
However, surprisingly the little girl in white clothes and sickly appearance before her was not a bit scared. She seemed even angry and daring. Her big red eyes showed defiance at anything and anyone, not minding the noble title, the lineage, the rank, the gender, the race, or the age. Her little finger moved to the plate in front of her and with a little push, the plate landed on the floor adorning it with cream, bread, and fruits together with the shattered pieces of the exquisite white plate.
Anne raised a brow at the defiance she faced. She hadn't met someone with such guts in a long time.
”I am a mȧturė six years old and I won't get angry as it is the first offense after I established the rule,” her little eyes looked at the floor where the shattered cake was, inside her mind and with all her heart she was offering a pledge for it. 'You shall not be forgotten.'
Anne returned to her smiling self about to take another piece of cake. However, the little sickly girl beat her to it and threw the whole cake to the floor the next second.
”So this is how we are?”
Moira only looked at Anne with a vacant but clearly defiant glance.
Anne stood up and looked down at the little girl.
”Princess…”
Tia was a bit worried, no one had dared to do that to the young princess and went unclean. But, Moira was not anyone, she is a sickly girl they found in the road and Anne took in when she fainted in front of the carriage.
”Sigh… fine, Moira, I got it. Tell me what you want.”
The little girl raised a finger pointing to the window.
”What? I don't hear you, Tia, did you hear her?”
Moira again pointed at the outside.
”Mmm no, Your Highness.”
”I too, what's going on, Moira? I am giving you the opportunity to tell me, but it seems you don't want to say it.”
The little girl tried to open her mouth and said the words but it seemed that she couldn't mutter a single word. Her expression was turning sad and angry with desperation at the same time.
”You see… you look pitiful, yes, you are pitiful, Moira. You can't even talk. You can't even walk by yourself. You can only throw cakes to the floor.”
Anne was smiling now but her eyes were fixed in the shattered cake with sorrow. 'What a waste… sigh.'