Sanguine Secrets

To all the unseen little villains

I hurried along the hallway holding a jewellery box. Sunlight streamed through the windows and made every surface shine like gold. The air smelled sweet, like freshly baked bread, with a hint of cherry blossom and vanilla. I loved this place.

Reaching the end of the hallway, I knocked on the big door, balancing the box in the other hand.

”Come in, ” a soft voice penetrated the air.

I stepped inside and saw the maids lining the wall, their faces pale and some shivering.

Oh, no.

I slowly turned towards the dressing table. A maid, poor Jane, lay on the floor with the sharp edge of the hairbrush on her neck. Blood seeped from the wound and pooled around her body. Her mouth was open and her eyes dull.

I looked at the figure standing above the body. Lady Charlotte. With wild red hair and cheerful blue eyes, she was the apple of everyones eyes.

”Myra! You
e here! ” Charlotte giggled.

”Milady, I got it. ” I stepped forward and opened the box, revealing a sapphire hairpin that looked beautiful against the red cushions.

Charlottes eyes widened. She took the pin from the box and held it up, admiring it. ”Whoa… Its beautiful. ”

She sat down in front of the mirror and continued admiring the hairpin. I went to the body and took off the hairbrush from her neck, then turned to the maids and tilted my head towards Jane.

The maids quietly held the body and carried her off, out of sight.

”Its good that they
e gone. Brush my hair. No one does it better than you. ”

”Thank you, milady. ”

I wiped the blood with my handkerchief and began combing her hair. Her red locks can be quite a nightmare. But it was nothing for my skilled hands.

As long as it didn hurt too much, it was manageable.

I finished brushing Charlottes hair and admired the results of my work. She looked radiant.

”There, you look beautiful, milady. ”

Charlotte giggled. ”Of course. Im always gorgeous. ”

”Thats not what I meant. ” I shook my head. ”You
e breathtaking. You look exactly like a princess. ”

A pink tint crept across Charlottes cheeks, and she averted her gaze. ”Really? ”

”Yes. ”

”Oh, you have a sweet tongue, ” she said, hitting my shoulder.

My sugary mouth guarantees my survival in this harsh world. And I know how to use it when necessary. Like now