Europe / Florence / Florence (Palazzo Medici Riccardi): July 19th, 2020.
Dear reader.
I did it.
I finally did it.
(Annabelle's POV)
"Lady honorable, there has been word from the united kingdom." Said a chunky middle aged woman calmly in a nurse attire as she handed me a envelope.
I grabbed the envelope and sat it on the makeup table and adjusted my throat and said with a new high voice that had no trill "Take off the bandages."
The room was silent fir a moment.
"Yes, lady honorable." Said the woman arms she gently started unwrapping the bandages.
The room became completely silent.
The sound of the clock ticking impatiently could be heard.
As the nurse finished unwrapping the bandages.
They fell.
The room was silent.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into the mirror and seen the most ugliest bitc…
I mean the most beautiful bald headed woman I have ever seen with a diamond shaped face, light hazel brown-grey eyes, light olive skin tone and 4'11 in height with a very voluptuous bottom heavy pear shaped body.
"You look amazing, lady honorable." Said the middle aged woman with a smile.
I was silent.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
To be specific.
The bald head.
"Should I have gotten my hair restored" I thought with squinted eyes, only for my actual age and if my body could even handle more flash through my mind of what rhe doctor said.
Dear reader.
…Goddamn.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment and suddenly grinned.
The room was absolutely silent.
I glanced at my completely new set of white full-arch fixed bridges teeth and thought "These are perfect"
The middle aged women blinked silently, the look on her face very confused.
"Yeah…they look way better than the rotted old ones" I thought as I continued staring at myself in the mirror with a wide deranged wide grin on my face.
The room was completely silent.
*Tick*
*Tick*
*Tick*
The clock ticked Impatiently.
I sighed and glanced back at the middle aged woman and said "Glam me up, this pimp got things to do."
"Y…yes, lady honorable." Said the middle aged woman immediately as she quickly went over to a newly ordered card with wigs lined up on it with very specific taste.
I stared at her for a moment and looked back at the envelope on the makeup table and grabbed and opened it.
I read it.
Windsor Castle
19 July 2020
My dear Annabelle,
It has been far too long since we last spoke.
I have recently received word from Florence concerning both your return to public attention and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding your family. As you may imagine, news travels remarkably quickly when it concerns the Medici.
I will not pretend that everything reaching me has been particularly clear, nor do I believe it appropriate to discuss such matters through correspondence.
There are, however, several things I believe should be discussed between us privately. Some concern the present difficulties facing your family. Others concern matters from many years ago which, given recent developments, may once again prove relevant.
I should therefore be very pleased if you would come to Windsor as my personal guest when you are able. Arrangements can be made discreetly and with the necessary precautions given the present circumstances.
At our age, one learns that postponing certain conversations serves very little purpose.
I suspect you will understand what I mean.
I look forward to seeing you again, Annabelle.
Elizabeth R.
The room was completely silent.
Sounds of shuffling were heard behind me as the middle aged woman examined and looked at the lace front wigs.
"Elizabeth r…fuck." I said calmly muttering under my breath with a sigh.
Questions after questions, dear reader.
Why did I sigh you ask.
The queen of england wants to see me.
Pause.
…I just got my face done too.
"Lady honorable, what about this one." Asked the middle aged woman with a nervous tone as she brought a wig over.
I looked at the wig. It was a auburn brown long curly lace front wig
It had meaning
A purpose.
To be worn.
"I like it, let's go with this one." I said with a nod as I turned back toward my bit…I mean my face in the mirror and examined it once more.
The middle aged woman Immediately began to work her magic.
I calmly watched as the middle aged woman put the lace front wig on and asked with squinted eyes "Has there been any update on the duke's condition."
The room was silent for a moment.
"Ahem…yes, lady honorable." Said the middle aged woman softly.
I stared at her in the mirror for a long moment and said with a neutral tone as I folded the letter and sat it back on the makeup table "I didn't hear a syllable you just said."
"I said…y…yes, lady honorable." Said the middle aged woman as she finished adjustments to the the lace front wig and successfully installed it.
I waved my left hand and said "I'm listening."
The middle aged woman averted her eyes subtly as she said "Ahem…a friend of mine has a sister, that has a cousin on her fathers side of the family that is a nurse at the hospital his grace is located at…"
"Get to the point." I said uncaringly with drowsy eyes.
"The doctors diagnosed his grace with unresponsive wakefulness syndrome." Said the middle aged woman Immediately.
The room went completely silent.
*Snores*
The middle aged woman blinked for a moment in confusion and said with a high pitch tone "LADY HONORABLE."
I jolted awake.
"Huh…what happened." I asked while blinking so my eyes could adjust to the bright lighting inside the room.
The middle aged woman adjusted her throat and said with a shakey voice "His grave has been diagnosed with unresponsive wakefulness syndrome."
The room was completely silent.
Heavy.
"Oh…that is great news, send word to both the rest of the family to gather at the play room and for the hospital to have that daddy loving fucker moved to the dungeons…I mean to his sleeping quarters." I said calmly as I started to apply my own makeup.
The middle aged woman had a horrified look on her face while curtsying.
She Immediately took her leave from the room.
*Boom*
TIMESKIP: Minutes Later.
*CREAAAAK*
The large doors to the play room slowly opened.
The room became completely silent.
I stepped inside wearing a dark burgundy gown with the auburn brown lace front wig flowing down past my shoulders.
Every member of the family stared at me.
Bartholomew slowly lifted his head.
Gian's eyebrows raised.
Mercy blinked.
Isle remained completely still.
I looked around the room for a moment and sighed.
Dear reader.
Family.
Just.
Fucking.
Great.
I walked toward the center of the play room and stopped while slamming the gold and black knob handle cane onto the floor.
*Pak*
The doors closed behind me.
*BOOM*
"We need to talk." I said calmly.
The room was completely silent.
…
THE END…