The Highborn Lady and the Golden-haired Girl (A Short Story and an Ink Drawing.)

The Highborn Lady and the Golden-haired Girl
(Fiction…hopefully.)

She looked down her powdered nose and peered at them. She hated them all. That she was forced to walk the same earth they did, was a fact that rankled all the time, oozing acid into her heart.
“Cretins,” she mumbled, then mused, “how could they have been created by the same God who created me?”
As she looked at them under the wavering light of the torches lit in the wall-sconces behind her, a thin smile crept over her lips.
She looked through the iron-bars into the dungeon from where the tear-stained faces of seven teenaged girls looked up at her silhouette, and wondered if she was an angel who’d free them from their misery.
Free them, she would. One by one. Her eyes moved from one scared face to another, evaluating them for a purpose of her own.
“The one with golden hair and green eyes,” she turned to the gaoler and said in her strong, stern, and clear voice.
A hushed silence fell in the dungeon. The cries stopped, and twelve jealous eyes turned to the girl with golden hair and green eyes. She was going to be freed tonight. Others will remain. Right now, they were all the same, and she was different. The similarity of their fates bound them together in their hatred for her.
The girl with golden hair and green eyes looked up, and through the bars that made up the dungeon’s ceiling, she tried to look into her savior’s eyes, but her face was in shadows.
The lady turned and left. She walked through the labyrinth that took her away from the darkness of the dungeon into her palace above.  In an hour, her bath would be drawn. In the shimmering glow of a hundred candles, the silky smooth mixture of milk, honey, and blood will enter her pores and rejuvenate them. God had given her the boon of eternal youth, and this was why the same God who had created her, had created them. For her.
She smiled again. The thin, controlled smiled of a high-born lady.
Caricature - a pen and ink drawing of a proud, rich, and evil woman.
About the Artwork:
This artwork is important, both due to its inspiration and its timing. I did it about 8 months ago. It was inspired by a high-born lady who I’ve known quite well. Not directly, but through someone I deeply care about. I did this caricature-art when I was hospitalized – a day after my surgery. (That’s why the line-work isn’t clear. There’s only so much you can accomplish when you are propped up on pillows and still under the influence of pain-killers and other medicines.) This artwork is about things that are seldom spoken, and never talked about in public. It’s about mothers who should never have been mothers, about ladies who aren’t ladies, about empathy or the lack of it, and about the pain that’s inflicted upon you, merely because you are you.
The story, however, is fiction; perhaps inspired by a historical account of a countess…I think. Let me google it out. Oh   yes…Elizabeth Bathory.
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20 comments on “The Highborn Lady and the Golden-haired Girl (A Short Story and an Ink Drawing.)

    • Thanks for visiting and reading the story. Sub-consiciously, I had based it on Countess Elizabeth Bathory, and by the time I wrote the end of it, I realized where the inspiration has come from.

      • You mean individual commissions? Yes, every once in a while. I mostly illustrate for magazines and books – but every once in a while, I accept personal commissions too.

      • Ah that’s cool 🙂 I wondered because I know with art like this it can sometimes be difficult to get a ‘job’ if you know what I mean! At least you haven’t got to sit on a pier in the rain charging people £10 a pic lol! All jokes a side though, it’s a a amazing skill and I’m not being rude to those who do sit on a pier and draw for money! (It’s better than selling themselves!)

      • Yes Faye, you are right about artists not being able to get “jobs” easily, but they if they are good at what they do, they are able to work on assignments of their choice. One of the reasons why artists are artists is because they cannot be tied-down to a chair. Those artists out there who sketch pedestrians and earn their living, one of them is a Van Gogh of tomorrow – and he is, because he loves to draw more than he loves to tally accounts, which is something that most of us can do 🙂

      • Yeah I know a lot of artists who make money that way and through commissions and I’ve often heard them wishing they had something a bit more stable like a magazine or something. Too many times I’ve heard people who are amazing at art put down their pens and pencils to paintbrushes because they’re unhappy making their money the way they do. It’s a sad thing to see someone fall out of love with something they are passionate about.

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