Fingers coiled along the wooden handle. Her rocking chair transformed into her throne. The door opened as her pale eyes lingered onward, scanning the divine. Pages flung into the hallways advertising the affair. To allow the Professor to preach her insight, to linger into the scholar’s ear. She yearned for change, for an association. No longer would this room rain with giggles and blush. For within the Formal world there is no gender, allowing both the sexes the opportune moment. A man show bow, a lady shall curtsey, each action altered however, the purpose the same. This is what she wanted. She wanted purpose.
Her voice rang like the morning chime, calling for the believers to rise. For their steps to follow the preset path as she outlines her rational. “Conviction! Speak not unless you plan to be heard? Speak on behalf of yourself, your belief, speak with morals and reasoning! Never stutter or slur. Never slurp the tea the queen pours for you! Raise your pink, tilt your head and allow the liquid to drown you. Never cough, never sneeze! Never doubt what you are told! Silence is the enemy. Whispers are for the insecure. This is debate. Argue your point if you feel I am wrong. Speak out against with pride and confidence. Say your piece than add more.”
As she spoke Margo giggled as her own voice echoed off the hallway walls grabbing hold of the wandering ears. Calling out to the tempters. “Argue with me! For a queen should never pour her tea! For she has the authority and control for others to do it for her. Such an idea it is. Such a thought of control. What audacity she has to be so demanding, so expecting. She is the queen. You, you are her royal subject. Catering to her whim. This you never speak your mind, speak what you believe in.”
Margo shook her head lightly as she arched her shoulders, her spine straight as she sat with poise. “Who gives the queen the power? She took all that you have. Who gives me the authority to sit on my own throne? For am I the queen of Formalities? Ha, you must think of me so cruel and blunt, or brilliant. You are judging me aren’t you? Your mind twisting as the wheels of thought turn. Yes. Come now speak up. Speak with conviction. Follow the outline I have just told you. Or have you forgotten what you were told? That is the first rule, never forget what you feel, you can always forget what you know, for knowing is changing. I order it as the queen? Unless you object than tell me so.”
Her plump lips curled into a smile as her head tilted to the side. Awaiting for the suitors to rise against, to speak their mind for all the court to hear.
Her voice rang like the morning chime, calling for the believers to rise. For their steps to follow the preset path as she outlines her rational. “Conviction! Speak not unless you plan to be heard? Speak on behalf of yourself, your belief, speak with morals and reasoning! Never stutter or slur. Never slurp the tea the queen pours for you! Raise your pink, tilt your head and allow the liquid to drown you. Never cough, never sneeze! Never doubt what you are told! Silence is the enemy. Whispers are for the insecure. This is debate. Argue your point if you feel I am wrong. Speak out against with pride and confidence. Say your piece than add more.”
As she spoke Margo giggled as her own voice echoed off the hallway walls grabbing hold of the wandering ears. Calling out to the tempters. “Argue with me! For a queen should never pour her tea! For she has the authority and control for others to do it for her. Such an idea it is. Such a thought of control. What audacity she has to be so demanding, so expecting. She is the queen. You, you are her royal subject. Catering to her whim. This you never speak your mind, speak what you believe in.”
Margo shook her head lightly as she arched her shoulders, her spine straight as she sat with poise. “Who gives the queen the power? She took all that you have. Who gives me the authority to sit on my own throne? For am I the queen of Formalities? Ha, you must think of me so cruel and blunt, or brilliant. You are judging me aren’t you? Your mind twisting as the wheels of thought turn. Yes. Come now speak up. Speak with conviction. Follow the outline I have just told you. Or have you forgotten what you were told? That is the first rule, never forget what you feel, you can always forget what you know, for knowing is changing. I order it as the queen? Unless you object than tell me so.”
Her plump lips curled into a smile as her head tilted to the side. Awaiting for the suitors to rise against, to speak their mind for all the court to hear.