So Many Bees

Ella giggled, as the other woman scolded the minders. They treat me like a weapon, because I am a weapon. She stated, once she'd stopped giggling. The minders likely wouldn't be left alive, once Ella was well enough to leave the confines. It'd leave too many people knowing her downfall, her secret.

Mmm, I go to many parties. She settled, eventually, with her legs crossed. Usually as part of the security. She nodded once, and let her gaze flicker to her minders, when the other woman introduced herself and asked about oak trees.

Ella went still, studying her shackled hands for a moment, before she smiled brightly across the garden, Nope, no oak trees. She confirmed, with another nod.

I would like you to write a letter to my wife. She began, not waiting to see if her impromptu scribe was prepared before she began to weave the sentences of a response to the latest letter that had been screened by her father and given to her.

When she was finished, she hummed, quietly, sending a minder to return the ribbon. Oh. I have to go to my rooms, now. I'm having a lesson, she chirped, as a minder murmured the schedule in her ear. She was brought to her feet, and she wiggled her fingers in a wave.

Maybe you can come visit me, Ophelia.

@Ophelia Jolfy