I have been placed in this room for whatever reason and let me just add that I don’t like it one bit. I was informed that my best friend Liz is to be married off to some loser who has a real issue with monogamy. That is if his many conquests are any indication. I wasn’t about to let her face the firing squad alone so they forced me to come here. Just when I think I’ve got things figured out the walls shift and I am plucked into the middle of the room.
What the hell is with these people? I begin to get frightened. This has to be some kind of terrible mistake. I am a lady in waiting for goodness sakes. There is a certain amount of respect you receive just by having that title. "Where is Lizzie?" I find myself pondering aloud. I look up to see a spiky haired ruffian grinning down at me. Suddenly I feel rather embarrassed at my position on the floor. Rising I gather my dress up so that I don’t trip as I erase the distance between.
“Who the hell do you think you are buddy?” I growl fury overwhelming me. “I’ll have you know that treating people in such a way is downright ludicrous. If we were on my home planet you would be flogged…repeatedly.” His bold uncompromising stature alerts me that it is not a mere peasant I have encountered but some sort of authority figure. “I want some answers and I want them now.” I demand with an unrelenting expression.
