Character: Monique, 4th from the left.
Phrase to include: “Why do you hate me?” “I don’t hate you. I’m just saying that if you got punched in the face, I’d have blood on my knuckles.”
Monique huddled under her blanket. Shivering with equal parts fear and cold. She had always been timid, and she hated that about herself. She was so tired of being scared. But, when they reached their journey’s end, maybe she wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore. At Least this was better than living in her old home. As the scullery maid for a tavern, she was often subject to dealings with men who were unsavory, rude, drunk and even brutal. Even her mistress Lady Dodo had not been above beating her help when she thought it was deserved. Monique had tried very hard not to spill anything, break anything, do everything on time and efficiently, but no one could be perfect and it was nearly impossible to please her worship Lady Dodo.
She was often in trouble since she was so frightened all the time. She had been carrying a tray with several tankards of ale and it was very heavy. She had been concentrating on not spilling it, but even so, she couldn’t help but overhear one of the conversations as she passed a table.
“Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you. I’m just saying that if you got punched in the face, I’d have blood on my knuckles.”
“How dare you!”
What followed was bits of profanity and curses slurred by their inebriated mouths as they lunged at each other and smashed their fists into whatever they could reach.
Monique had sent her platter of ale flying as she tripped in her hurry and fright. Lady Dodo appeared seemingly out of nowhere and grabbed her by the ear. Shrieking and cursing her, Lady Dodo dragged Monique towards the kitchen, slapping and boxing her ears where she forced Monique to grab a mop and bucket and clean up the mess.
She jumped and shrieked quietly, pulling away from a hand that was laid on her shoulder.
“Hey! It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The girl named Genna held her hands up in a gesture of “hands off’. “For real, it’s ok. I wouldn’t do anything to you.” Her honey brown colored hair was wispy around her face and she had a kind look in her eyes.
Despite the kindness of her appearance and gestures, Monique held back and eyed her cautiously. She had been deceived before by kindness, she didn’t want it to happen again. She was already putting herself at great risk by joining this outfit of travelers. If she hadn’t known Lissie and been secret friends with her, she wouldn’t be here right now. She trusted the siblings. Lissie had lived outside the same village as the tavern with her foster parents and occasionally made it into town and they would meet and talk for what short time they could.
“Are you ok?” Genna insisted, her green eyes and lopsided, unsure smile appealing to Monique.
“I-I’m fine.” She nodded and gulped. She grasped her government issued dog-tags in a gesture of habit. Maybe she could trust this girl.
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