The Queen and I

Helena is one of Queen Elizabeth I's servants . She has a completely ordinary life, a simple girl working hard and earning her keep for her endlessly long family back at home. Everything has a routine for her and is completely orderly, just how she likes it but when she is accused of a life threatening crime, here whole world turns upside down.

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1. Chapter 1

Rules of Working in a Great House:

Never let your voice be heard by the ladies and gentlemen of the house, except when necessary, and then as little as possible.

No Gambling of any description, or Oaths, or abusive language are on any account to be allowed.

Servants should never offer any opinion to their employers, nor even to say good night or good morning except in reply to salutation.

The servants' hall is to be cleared and closed, except when visitors with their Servants are staying in the house, at half-past ten o'clock.

Any breakages or damage to the house will be deducted from wages.

Followers are strictly forbidden, and any maid found fraternising with a member of the opposite sex will be dismissed without a hearing.

 

"Helena, for Gods Sake, you aint no queen! Wake your lazy self up already and come help clean the kitchen!" The familiar yells of Miss. Tune and the scurrying of house mice woke me up with a start. I rolled over to my side and glanced out the window that was made by the nibbling teeth of a rat and saw the sun still contemplating whether or not to rise. Groaning inwardly and feeling the usual soars all over my run-down body, I hauled myself out of bed, fairly wobbly to be honest. I stumbled over to the small dresser accompanied by a hand sized mirror to tie my cornsilk colored hair up into a messy bun. I was a fairly ordinary person with a plain complexion, straight nose, slightly upturned mouth.... The only part of my anatomy that really stood out were my eyes. They were a startling green flecked with gold specks and when the light shined off them just right, you could usually even see a hint of blue. "Stop gawking at yourself and get moving, you donkey!" Miss. Tune gave me a hard pinch on my elbow, turning it a rosy red. Yawning largely, I slipped my dried out feet into my ancient shoes (apparently worn by a girl named Grace who mysteriously died while wearing them.) I then hopped down the stairs into the kitchen. As always it was hustling and bustling with all the characters you could see. I saw a newbie spill water on the floor and Miss. Tune giving her a good slap and yell. As I made my way over to one of the counters to start chopping up parsley, I felt a my skin being ripped open by something uncomfortably cold. I yelped silently as blood came forth. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw the familiar crow faced Lydia smirking evilly at me. A glint of a metallic knife shone from her hand and I cursed under my breath. I had arrived at Windsor Castle in 1590 at age 14. It was now the year 1595 and I was 19 years old. Both my parents had died at age 12 and I had a huge family of 5 siblings (my 2 younger brothers and 3 younger sisters) I was then responsible for raising them entirely on my own, making sure they did their chores, teaching them the appropriate manners and then the most frightening one which was ensuring food was on the table each night. For a couple of years I worked for a woman named Mrs. Riley who was absolutely horrid but I earned my keep non the less. Once James (2 years younger than me) was old enough to look after the rest of my siblings, I came here to earn a larger sum of money to send back. When I arrived, I was terrified of Miss. Tune because after all she weighs at least 16 stone and has quite a large voice however I warmed up to her quickly but for some reason I never quite acquainted Lydia who is oddly the same age as me yet has loathed me since the day of my arrival. She has midnight black hair and dark beady eyes, exactly like a crows. I don't know what I did to her, honest to God. Whether it was using her comb or accidentally walking in on her while she was using the chamber pot, she has something against me and ever since, we have been sworn enemies. Going through these thoughts I realized that I had cut practically nothing of the parsley and rapidly got back to work as I saw Miss. Tune stomping over to me with a I-will-box your-ears-right-now look. "You will be the death of my someday girl, your suppose to be upstairs makin' them beds, not cuttin' parsley like a brainless potato! Go on, shoo!" She screamed. If there was a competition for yelling, Miss. Tune would be the champion. I sprinted up the stairs two by two to go and finish the extremely exciting job of making a bed.                                                                   

 

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"Pull the sheets up a little straighter, would ya?" My best friend Beth stood stoically at the other end of the bed. She and I were different in a lot of ways. She hated cleaning bedrooms because it always made her jealous where as I loved it because it lets me imagine myself as a princes with people waiting on me. She hated the fact that there was so much discrimination between people where as I just accepted it and told her that talking about it wouldn't help. She also hated the fact that we followed the same routine every minute of every second of everyday where as I adored routine because I knew it and it made me feel confident. Despite all of our differences though, we were closer than two peas in a pod and I hoped it would always be like that.

"Bee, what did I ever do to 'the crow'? I honestly can't seem to figure it out..." 

"Well did we agree on that she was a devil worshiper and she was required to have one person she hates without reason? Come on, Leena, I don't know. She is simply and utterly mean and we can't do zip about it."

"I know, it's just..... it's just I don't like having enemies, did I show you my battle scare by the way?" I grinned at her and marched over triumphantly and showed off the gash that now had dried blood starting to show.

" That certainly is some souvenir you got, you must be mighty proud Sir Robert." she muttered sarcastically.

" Your quite moody today, what's the matter with you, ya grouch?" I questioned, annoyed.

" Sorry, I didn't mean to be grumpy. I just was rudely touched by that insufferable man this morn. What was that brutes name? Ah, it was Sir Cole. I hate him"

I sighed softly to myself. Beth was a rare beauty in this palace because old Queenie never rarely employed anyone more beautiful than her because she was pretty hideous under all of her makeup and wigs. Beth had long, sweeping ringlets that were a startling color of ripe strawberries and to accompany her locks, she had eyes like the sea after a storm. Her face was tainted with a singular beauty mark underneath one of her eyes and she had full, rosy lips. Over the past few years, she had been flirted with constantly with bunches of men who come visiting the court which always leads to Queen Elizabeth finding out and Beth's job being in jeopardy. It constantly worries her because if she were to loose her job, she would have no references and would be unable to feed her extended family, just like me. On the contrary though, my best friend is wound up extremely tightly and sometimes is a bit over dramatic. I have seen Sir Cole before and he is a bit of a jokester but he means no harm. Instead of trying to comfort her with my words ( I am not particularly good with them) I say " Well, this bed can't get any neater, how about we go steal some tea from Miss. Tune's cupboard and have a little break?" I grin widely and I see her eyes glint with curiosity as we marched silently from the dull task of bed making. 

 

 

 

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