I sat in the alcove of my room, looking out the window. The slave quarters weren't far. The small children - the ones too young to work - ran around, laughing, playing. Their parents looked constantly worried that the noise was going to anger the guards. Who knows what would happen then...

I wanted to rush down there and release them all. They weren't animals. They didn't deserve to be beaten down and forced to work. Just because they weren't Kitsune, didn't mean we had a right to do this to them.

We forced the humans and the elves and the fairies to clean our homes, cook our meals, trim our massive gardens. The giants were used to mine our ore which was then handed over to the dwarves for them to craft. We used the dragons to get around. We cut out their tongues so they couldn't breathe fire. I was so ashamed of what I was, what we did.

I leant my head against the window and sighed. There was a knock on the door. I heard the door open and close again. I didn't need to look around to know that it was my personal maid, Zelda. I heard the female elf put some clothes into the wardrobe.

"Is there anything you need, my Lady?" she asked quietly.

"No, Zelda, there isn't. Though you could stop calling me 'Lady', you know how I hate that," I responded.

"Sorry, Iris."

I turned to her and smiled. She smiled back and left. She never stayed in my room long. Not since... No, I refused to think about that. I refused to think about the night that she'd kissed me, and... and I enjoyed it. That was when I realised what I was. I hadn't told anybody that she'd kissed me. She would have been executed. I wouldn't have been able to bear that.

19 years old and I still had someone cleaning up after me and dressing me like a doll. Then I realised I would have that for the rest of my life. A princess's life never really changed much; her father told her what to do and when she married, her husband took over.

I sighed and closed my eyes, utterly hating my life. Why me? Why was I the only Kitsune with a conscience? Why was I the only Kitsune in love with her maid? I could never admit that to anyone. Not even Zelda. I knew it was what she wanted to hear but... I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I wrapped my arms around myself and leant against the window again.

The End

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