Teacher and Pupil

*Ana*

“They are doing it again.” Naska’s voice makes me break my concentration.

“Doing what?” I look up from my book to find her at the window. She’s looking down with a growing sneer.

“Pesky bastards.” She curses and closes the blinds as if to cut out whatever it is. It won’t work because the window blows them aside again. Today is windy with the change from summer to autumn. Time is moving on. And my coronation looms ever closer.

I wish it to be over with already. I think sourly. This whole business is frustrating, and I hope I never go through something like it again.

Especially if it is to do another gown fitting, I think, and eye the mannequins.

I have new gowns that will replace my old ones, particularly my collection of purple dresses. As much as I hate to lose them, it's happening anyway.

I’m the only one upset about it, though. I think while looking over the replacements. They are pretty, but none of them are purple, of course. I doubt they will be any time soon.

Not if