Lunch

She was a thick woman, her breasts always peeked out over the top of her dress and her hips were wide, almost as wide as the door. I once thought of her as a parent, but I quickly learned she wasn’t my friend. She wasn’t to be trusted. She acted nice to me but I knew it was all a ploy, a joke. She reported everything to my father. While I couldn’t blame her for protecting herself and valuing her life, it hurt knowing she disregarded me so easily. It was easier to see her as fake. She was a spy for my father and I knew better than to trust her. I knew better than to be fooled by her smiles and cheap compliments.

“What’s on my list today?” I asked as I made my way over to the vanity. Taking a seat, I sat straight up and grabbed my brush. I stared into the mirror and ignored her while I brushed out my hair. I may not be a woman yet but my schedule always consisted of something. It varied too, I could be having brunch with the surrounding pack’s heirs, or I could be walking through the pa