The broken and the bounded

Why must you're sister always cause yrouble for you my lady"?

My handmaiden asked as she tightened the fittened laces of the corsett to my bodice.

Staring out the massive old oak tree that predates our family lineage , I see my sister flirting with the stable boy not caring who so ever sees them or our deplorable reputation mostly hers.

With her long blond strawberry hair, cherry eyes, long slender slim frame cressida has always been the perfect lady of the family or so she appears to others its no wonder she feels so confident to dally with the stable boys as she sees fit.

My eyes burn with a sting of tears and slight hatred, recollecting the mishap that happened months ago at the dinners eve party, not answering my handmaidens question, a kind elderly lady who treated me with nothing but kindness and respect, I turn away from the lightly coloured window not answering her question with qeuiet dismissal.

My sister and I have not always been this cold and aloof to each other.

We used to be very close together as children growing up but as the years went by we started to drift apart maybe because of our strickingly different appearances or because how society deemed to treat us differently.

Entering the dining hall I find the room completely empty save for a breakfast setting on the table waiting for me, sighing in lonely contepmt I eat my breakfast in peace knowing that no one else will be joining me for the day as my father usually leaves for the office early and lady edith is probably off to another one of her social gatherings with cressida leaving me all alone.

I dont remember the first time I realized just how truly different I was in comparasion to the rest of society I lived in. Perhaps it was an inclined instinct of how people looked at me.

Was it the colour of my skin, my nappy dark hair, my big brown eyes or maybe because of my quetinable birth it didnt matter to the rest of privaledge society, I was an outcast lady in name only or how lady edith liked to call me a black smear on the bronwyn name. Tired of letting false insecurities damage the way I think of myself and my future ive decided to take matters in my own hands.