"Rita, the high magician would like to meet with you about your mothers arrival." Hisoka said quietly. He didn't like being at the castle at all, but even he felt sorry for Rita in times like this.
"Let him know I'll be there." She murmured dropping her book to the floor. Hisoka stared at her, her thoughtless eyes glancing back at his.
"Why are you so upset, Rita?" Hisoka asked moving towards the sad princess.
"Wouldn't you be also if you had been betrayed?" Rita whispered as she passed him.
"Wheres the hope gone?" She shouted back at him.
"What happened to the time where we were just two happy kids? One a servant and the other a princess but neither of us cared about rank or service!" She screamed.
Hisoka stumbled a bit at this.
"Why can't we go back!?" She sobbed.
"Because this is our future now." Penny said quietly as she walked in with the folded towels.
"Who determined that? God? Was this his doing?" Rita yelled back to her.
"This is of no ones doing but the faults of man-kind." Penny whispered.
"We are flawed and incomplete, you cannot judge on that."
"I WILL judge on that! You see those people? Those citizens with their own lives!? Because of the faults of human kind all those people those husbands and wives, those children could all die of starvation in a matter of minutes! All because one witch woman was too afraid to take over the damn country and left it to a child!" Penny shook her head,
"Rita, dear, the faults of human kind are great and can do terrible things but your mother leaving you in charge was not one of them. Do not judge Rita, that will serve you terribly in your line of work."
Rita stood there emotionless, it was like she was paralyzed with anger.
"Again, I SAID I WILL JUDGE, because I know I am better than to do that! We should all be better than that, and if we are not we deserve to be blamed!"
"Rita it's time to go!" One of the lesser servants called on her to go to the high magician.
Rita made her day through the winding hall, the little barefoot servant girl in toe.
"What happened to your shoes?" Rita asked turning her head around.
"They were taken away from me, master. They told me I did not deserve shoes, that they were better than who I could ever be." The little girl started to cry, Rita embraced her.
"Shh...shh..It's ok, don't ever believe someone like that. They are people who are worse than you. THEY don't deserve their shoes."
The little girl stopped crying,
"Why...would you hug someone as filthy as me?" She asked. Her sweet voice filled the air, she wasn't evil or filthy or week she was strong. She was just like Rita, but in a different position.
"Because you are not filthy, girl, you are strong, and beautiful, and intelligent. You have as much potential to be amazing as a princess." The little girl smiled a faint smile, it was very small. She still doubted her own ability. She still thought of herself as a dirty and ugly girl, but Rita had done her part to help her believe in herself.
Rita dismissed the girl from her duties and walked to the magician's door. She knocked slowly, she never knew what the crazy man was up to.
"Come in!" His croaky voice appeared from behind the door. Rita turned the knob and walked into the room.
"It is very nice to see you dear, it's been so long." Rita stood their quietly, the high magician was her grandfather on her fathers side. They had never quite gotten a long and she had never told him about how she had killed her uncle, his son.
"It is nice to see you grandfather, what do you have to speak to me about." Grandfather set his books down on the table and took a seat,
"Now what I'd like to speak to you about is your mother. As you know I am not very fond of her, nor is the entire kingdom after abandoning them." One thing Rita noticed was that he didn't even think to mention that she could be hurt, that maybe she was angry too! But that would never cross his mind..
"Yes I am aware, now please get to the facts." She could tell her grandfather was displeased but Liam had never been a happy man.
"We are going to kill your mother." He said joyously.
Something inside made Rita feel like she was being electrocuted with her own hatred for her grandfather.
"Like hell you will!" Rita slammed her fists down on the table, making the books jump into the air.
"We have all agreed on it, your opinion doesn't matter anymore silly girl." Inside Rita was screaming, her head was spinning and her heart was aching.
"You won't....You can't...You will NEVER overpower me! I took control so this would never happen and I will NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!" She was really angry now, she was ready to kill this man, she knew she couldn't she wasn't strong enough with magic or weapons.
"Little girl, you seem to not understand..You are meaningless, you fall into the same unloved pit as your mother. Everyone hates you. Your days are number and you've always been doomed to die."
Rita backed up into a corner, she knew she wouldn't walk out of the room. He was right her days were numbered and she WAS doomed." He began to walk towards her casting his spells and readying his knives.
"Why would you kill your own grand-daughter?" Rita whispered, if she was to die she would like to know why.
"Because you aren't my grand-daughter."Rita stood there in shock.
"What does that mean?" She whispered, now she was afraid..what did she not know that she would never know? Even in the eternity of death?
"Your father was adopted, we never loved him quite as much. He didn't really commit suicide, you understand that, we killed him. Your father wanted a change the castle did not agree with. You're just like him, trying to change those things that are not worth changing."
Rita stood there, "Then kill me. Let me be with my father so I can understand, let me seek solace with the people who were killed for loving."
Her grandfather walked towards her, his angry face scowling. He readied his knife and his magic. Rita closed her eyes ready to feel the blood and the pain of what was to come. She heard a bam, she expected it all to disappear soon, to go away into a happier place in death. Instead she opened her eyes. She saw her grandfather on the floor in a bloody heap and the servant girl standing over him with a knife, mouthing:
"I'm not filthy, you bastard."
