Direke's Birth (Book Title: Kelvrae's Kidnapping)
Lord Mephistopheles and Lady Lilith's Visit
Lord Mephistopheles and Lady Lilith’s Visit
The date is June 5, 1983. The weather is a clear, sunny day. Activities at Tyl Bolandri Palace have picked up in preparation for Elvarrra’s twenty-fourth birthday. Hundreds of servants are scampering about, making all of the necessary preparations for the party and the following surprise coronation of Elvarra. Everyone seems to be on edge since they have received word that Lord Direke’s parents are going to be at their granddaughter’s coronation and birthday party.
“Direke, dear, are you sure that your parents are coming here for the party and Elvarra’s birthday present?” Zekaere says sleepily. “That’s what they told me when I last visited them. Everyone seems to be on edge since I found out though,” says Direke, yawning. “That’s because your mom is a bitch to everyone. It seems like she only has three moods: Bitch, Royal Bitch, and Homicidal Bitch.” “You have a point. I’ve been on the receiving end of two of the three moods and the stories about her past are enough to give nightmares to anyone for the rest of their life.” “I just hope mom doesn’t cause problems for anyone while she’s here.” Direke says, hopeful. The two of them get up and start going about making sure everything is ready for the festivities. Meanwhile, Elvarra is busy cramming for her history and language tests that are scheduled for the afternoon. After several hours of studying, she finally feels that she is ready for the tests as she hears a familiar yelling coming from the antechamber of the palace, causing her to run out of her bedroom and down to the palace doors. “Grandma, Grandpa, you’re here!” Elvarra leaps into Lady Lilith’s arms. “Hello Elvarra, how have you been?” Lilith asks her, genuinely curious.“I have been fine, grandma.” She sees a servant trip, spilling food onto the floor. “You clumsy piece of shit, how many times do I have to tell you to watch where you are fucking going?” She starts beating the hell out of the slave, causing Lilith to start laughing. “That’s my girl! Teach her not to trip anymore!” Lilith exclaims, completely ecstatic by how cruel her granddaughter is being to the slave. Elvarra’s tutor walks in just as Elvarra finally calms down and stops beating the crap out of the slave. The tutor’s mouth drops as he sees her beating the crap out of one of the slaves. “That’s enough your majesty. It is time for your tests.” “Aw, do I have to,” Asks a disappointed Elvarra. “Yes, you do your majesty. Now come along.” Elvarra reluctantly follows her tutor two the study. Once in the study, the tutor begins to set up for the tests while Elvarra gets comfortable in her seat. Once ready, the tutor hands E the history test and tells her to begin. Elvarra finishes the test in five minutes and turns it in. The tutor hands her the language test and then begins grading the history test. Elvarra finishes the language test in a half hour just as the tutor finishes grading the other test. “This is astounding! You got a perfect score on this test.” “That does not surprise me. Here is the other test.” Elvarra hands him the test. “I hope that I did well on this test. I spent several hours studying.” “You are doing perfectly so far your majesty.” The tutor takes the test and begins grading it. He sets the pen down a half hour later as his jaw drops. “You got a perfect score on this test as well and I did not teach you some of the material contained in the bonus questions.” “Why thank you. I have taken the liberty of learning some of the more advanced material on my own since my mother expects me to. She even has me practicing my coronation on a daily basis.” The tutor sighs. “That sounds just like your mother. She expects everything to be almost perfect and everyone to be ready for practically anything. While it may seem rather impossible to live up to her standards, she is only trying to ensure your well-being and wants you to be ready for anything, including taking the throne at a moment’s notice. No matter how she acts, she still loves you.”
“I know she loves me. I just wish she would lighten up. Anyways, I better get going so I can rehearse my lines for the coronation some more.” Princess Elvarra heads out of the room and walks back to the quiet confines of her chambers. She then picks up her private phone and dials the kitchen. “Room Service, I want two scrambled eggs, extra crispy bacon, sausage, and a glass of orange juice brought to my room immediately. Oh, and make sure that the servant who brings the food to me is not clumsy or there will be hell to pay.” She hangs up the phone. An hour later there is a knock on her door. “Who is it?”
“Room Service. I brought you your breakfast, your majesty.”
Elvarra leaps out of her bed walks over to the door and opens the door. She frowns when she sees that it is the servant she had given a beating to earlier. “I thought I told them to make sure that the servant who delivers my meal isn’t clumsy or there would be hell to pay.”
“I…I am sorry, your majesty. I made sure that I did not trip or do anything that would cause me to spill your meal. I just do not understand why you treat me like this.”
“DO NOT UNDERSTAND?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY I TREAT YOU LIKE THIS?! YOU DESTROYED THE CROWN THAT MY GRANDFATHER MADE FOR ME BEFORE HE DIED AND I CANNOT GET IT REPLACED! Now get the hell out of my room, you worthless piece of shit!” She sits down and starts eating her breakfast, trying to calm down.