The maid left and Elizabeth launched herself out of her chair and quickly changed into her formal attire as to not have a repeat of that incident. ‘No, no, thank you very much.’ Elizabeth replied trying to not look suspicious. ‘Is there anything else you’d like your majesty?” the maid’s voice sang from the far end of the room. The Maid re-entered the room, a moment later, with the food and Elizabeth instructed her to place it on a table furthest away from the chair she was sitting at. Elizabeth just sat there making sure she looked well covered in her dress. Elizabeth was frozen on the chair, she didn’t know whether to move or not because she didn’t know how far away the maid was with her food. Right away, Your Majesty,” the maid scurried off to get Elizabeth’s meal.Įlizabeth was quite flustered from all the recent commotion. “Would you kindly bring my food into this room?” Elizabeth said with more authority. Where would you like to eat it?” The little, Irish maid was cautious, as she didn’t want to upset Elizabeth. “Sorry to bother you your majesty but I just wanted to let you know that your dinner was ready. The door creaked open and a little maid poked her head through the crack. Elizabeth launched herself across the room to hit the ‘off’ button on the stereo and draped her royal gown over the top of her, hoping that that would be a good enough disguise. She mimed a microphone in one hand and started singing along to the music.Īll of a sudden there was a knock at the door that was just heard above the music. She made her hands into fists and started punching the air. Elizabeth got back up and started head banging to the music. “This is the life,” she said triumphantly. Elizabeth teased her hair into a beehive and collapsed onto her armchair. She zipped up her black leather boots and applied a good amount of eyeliner to her eyelids. She got changed into her leather jacket and tight black pants. This ginger ninja was ready to rock and roll. Elizabeth was a rebel and when every one had left, it was time for her to relax.Įlizabeth turned on her stereo system and pumped out Bad Reputation by Joan Jett. Elizabeth was sick of being a hoity toity royal. But this was all just what the public wanted Elizabeth to be like.
She nibbled at the pastry and carefully made sure that no cream touched her upper lip. She wore a gown of black and white, as they were her most favourite colours.Įlizabeth sat in her favourite armchair while daintily eating a freshly made scone. Elizabeth could hardly breathe in her corset but she knew that she had to dress to impress as a Queen of England. It was autumn in gloomy London and everyone was bracing for the sharp, icy grasp of winter. She was a royal, and the royals were expected to act a certain way.
She was well mannered and kept up appearances.