RealisticFantasy
✯ Raccoon Catcher ✯
Mai'vryn Bannighymn
The entirety of the castle was in an organized panic. Every servant, maid, adviser, guard knew what had to be done and they were doing it yet it felt as if every moment was fleeting and nothing was actually being accomplished. Mai'vyrn had grow accustomed to the sensation of overwhelming panic. It seemed that every day there was something to new to prepare (and panic) for. In the recent weeks, however, the intensity had reached a peak she had never seen before. This ball was to be her first introduction to the public since her coronation.And, much more was at stake with this ball than with her coronation - apparently. Vaeril had lectured her again and again on the importance of a queenly presence. Every time he passed her in the halls or found her lazing about, he reminded her that "everyone will be there." But, the more he droned on and on about politics and diplomacy, the more she found her mind drifting. As it was now.
"Even if we don't find an appropriate suitor, letting them into the castle is a significant tactile move on our part," Vaeril remarked from the other side of a divider where he couldn't see that Mai'vyrn had stopped listening entirely.
One of the maids was assisting Mai with her dress that she was supposed to wear for the ball, a white dress with sparkling bodice and an obscenely large skit. As the maid tightened the bodice, a surprisingly strong yank caused Mai to give a surprised "oh," which prompted Vaeril to continue on, believing that Mai was actually interested in what he had to say.
"Yes. 'Oh', indeed. That is why everything must go precisely to plan. The ball is more like a representation of who you are so we must highlight all your best qualities. In that way, this quite nearly requires the same level of strategy as a war plan."
"Oh, I can't breathe," Mai remarked with a hand on her chest. She was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. She had hated the dress to begin with and this was only causing her hatred to grow.
"I know. It is breathtaking," Vaeril answered with a grin. He almost sounded excited for once, but Mai couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Vaeril, don't be ridiculous. I can't breathe." Turning to the maid, she demanded, "Loosen the damn thing!"
"Language, my queen," Vaeril scolded as he rose from the chair he was sitting in. He could hear the frantic fumbling on the other side of the divider. He was uncertain whether he should attempt to assist. His better judgement suggested it might be an invasion of privacy.
"I am dying, Vaeril," Mai spat. The maid was trying her best to loosen the corset as quickly as she could, but the anxiety was clearly impeding her motor skills. Mai shouted an expletive, finally deciding to reach for one of the knives sitting on a nearby vanity. She almost always carried something of the like on her, simply for the sake of security, but she had to remove it to try on this retched thing. Without hesitation, she began carving down the front of the bodice.
She might've stopped as soon as she could breathe fully again if she weren't in such a bad mood, but she instead had the intention to tear the monstrosity in half. If only Vaeril hadn't come around to the other side of the divider.
"Mai'vyrn--!" She looked up, seemingly unfazed by Vaeril's dismay. She hesitated but dropped the knife, nonchalantly remarking, "I'm going for a ride."
She stepped to move past Vaeril. Despite all that had happened in the last few moments, Vaeril was annoyingly persistent.
"Tari, you must understand that we--"
"We? This is not a we thing, Vaeril," She snapped, motioning downward sharply to the torn dress. "I've tried on my whole wardrobe on at least seven different instances. My hair has been styled in every way imaginable. I am told about my complexion, my eye color, the thickness of my hair, my height, the width of my feet - all things I cannot change! I've been poked, prodded, examined, judged, styled, dressed, undressed, redressed, and have lost countless hours of sleep because of it. I am treated like a glass sculpture yet my hair is tugged and my clothes ripped off like a child's toy. I've been bathed in lotions, oils, ointments, elixirs, and perfumes. And, I am tired of only speaking to the same five people I've been talking to for the past eighteen years of my life. "
"This is a me thing. And, me will," She shakes her head with an exasperated groan, realizing the grammatical error. "And, I will go for a ride whenever I damn well please!"
With that, she didn't wait for whatever rebuttal Vaeril would manage to conjure up, storming down the hall to her room which housed a far more comfortable variety of clothing. Tearing off the horrid ballgown, she changed into something more subtle and flexible. She paused a moment to look down at the ballgown. It was torn beyond repair, surely. The bodice was completely split down the middle and she had just begun to cut into the skirt. For a moment, she felt some sort of semblance of guilt. This dress might've been someone's livelihood. She shook her head. It was his fault for putting her in that thing and lecturing her about politics.
She raced down to the stables before Vaeril had a chance to collect his thoughts and hunt her down. She hopped on the first horse that was saddled and ready to go. Picking a random direction, she started off without a second thought.
As she got farther and farther from the castle, it occurred to her that this had been a blessing. She had never gotten the chance to roam freely this far away from the castle before. It would be a waste to simply turn around and go back. Surely, she would never get a chance like this again. She would have to make the most of it – just for a day or two. Vaeril might not even notice her disappearance. With all the preparations he was consumed by, he might just chalk it up to her sulking and leave it be.
Besides, even if he did notice, he could hardly punish her for it. The worst he could do was watch her more closely or restrict her free time to “queenly activities” only, nothing he hadn’t done a thousand times before. The more she thought about it, the more excited and confident about her decision she became.
She was so focused on putting the most distance between her and the castle that she hardly realized she had ridden until nightfall. Glancing around, she noticed a sign that stated she was only a short distance from the nearest town: Mariene.
The streets were quiet but the sounds of laughter and music floated down the street from several of the local taverns. She stopped at the first inn she passed, tying down her horse.
It was a peculiar feeling to enter a room and have nobody stare or greet her immediately. Here, she was a nobody. She was thrilled. She could do whatever she pleased without judgement or stern looks.
“I’d like a room,” She stated with a confident nod, approaching the innkeeper at what must have doubled as the front desk and bar.
“It’ll be 5 silver pieces a night,” The innkeeper remarked offhandedly, decidedly more interested in wiping down the area and cleaning glasses.
“Alright,” She nodded again, expecting the innkeeper to reach for a key or something of the sort.
“Upfront,” The innkeeper added, clearly growing disinterested in her as it seemed less and less likely that she would actually be taking a room.
“Oh,” Mai remarked, momentarily feeling for a coin pouch before realizing she left the castle with absolutely nothing in tow. This didn’t discourage her however. As she added, “I’m afraid I will have to repay you. But, don’t worry. My word is as good as silver.”
The innkeeper just laughed, hardly even gracing her with another glance.
“If I let every hooligan that wandered in pay with their word, I’d be out of business. If you have nothing to offer, get out.”
“I think you misunderstand. I’m a queen,” Mai chuckled. Surely, the innkeeper would be quite embarrassed at this realization.
“A queen, are you? Well, I’m the king – king of this inn and I say get out.” Mai didn’t move at first, only chuckling nervously as she thought he was joking. When the innkeeper’s grim expression didn’t change, she realized that he was entirely serious and quickly made her way outside.
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