Vesta walked down the garden path set in between the princess's rooms and the servants' quarters. She smoothed out the front of the dress which she was wearing. She did not like the kind of attention people here gave her, she was very used to being alone, ignored. And over the years she had formed a wall between herself and the outside world, but now...<br/><br/>"Oi, Vesta! What are you doing?" Allen swept towards her, "I need you to help me tidy this part of the garde-" He stopped as he realised that she was imitating his mouth movements derisively. "-garden. And tell the princess if your not happy about that."<br/><br/>Vesta smiled sweetly, "Of course I would help you. It's only my job to-" She stopped as Allen picked up two rakes and passed one to her.<span style="font-style: italic">Princess this. Princess that. I'm-</span>"I'm a princess too, you know?"<br/><br/>"What did you say?"<br/><br/>"Oh nothing, it's just my mind going a wandering." Vesta knocked the side of her head with a fist and laughed.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Claris looked at Ann, "I can't sing remember?" She pointed at her throat. Well, not "can't" more like "don't want to" but the former was more effective. She picked up a basket of clothes and began washing them in a tub of steaming water.Â<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Word of the rebels ending their revelry at had brought a smile to Edward's face. A letter sent by the disgruntled leader of the rebels thanked him for feeding the village and inquired, foolishly, as to why did Edward not provide them weapons instead.<span style="font-style: italic">Because on paper, I'm supposed to be serving the princess.</span><br/><br/>He put the letter down and looked at the portrait of himself on the wall. It was painted in good humor after Lucefina had gained territory from the Belzenian empire. It was him with a prison of muscles he had never possessed at any point of his life, glaring down at the inhabitants of the room like an angry god, watching them scuttle before him.Â