Foggy thoughts

"Rosie wake up!!" Rosetta always felt happier while sleeping, or in this case, being unconscious. As she slowly began to regain her consciousness, she could hear her sister above her whisper screaming, as she held something wet and cold on her head.

As she groggily opened her eyes, she saw her sisters straight raven hair dangling above her, looking like it hadn't been brushed, or washed in weeks.

"Rosetta!! Thank god I was so worried." 'Worried about what?' Rosie wondered as she tried to sit up from the floor. That was when she felt the agonizing pain coming from her back, and all her memories came flooding back. How her step father brutally whipped her back twenty five times when her half sister, Isabella, came to him crying, and told him that Rosetta had slapped her. Rosie had slapped her after Isabella had said that her dad was dead because he was weak, as well as their mother. In a fit of rage, Rosetta planted a hard slap across Isabella's face, and she ran strait to her father, who wasted no time in taking action against Rosetta.

Rosie felt anger coursing through her veins, which helped her forget the pain. She tried to sit up, with Genevieve's help, and voiced her thoughts to her sister in a hushed voice that only they could hear: "Its time, Genevieve. We need to leave." Genevieve thought for a moment before she said " Okay. Go back to your quarters, and rest, and I will prepare everything."

They had been discussing this plan for years, working out all the kinks so that everything would go smoothly when the time finally came for them to leave the castle, and abandon their titles as princesses.

Rosetta had two days to rest, while her sister made all the necessary preparations in secret for their departure. The gash marks on her back had largely scabbed over, and she was now able to function somewhat properly, without the help of her sister.

Rosetta was thinking about what their new life would be like when Genevieve quietly went into the room with some more supplies. "We are almost ready to go, you should change into your disguise now, and I will be back soon." Genevieve said as she left the room again.

Their plan was to act as men for as long as they needed to because it was a well known fact that men had more opportunities and were respected more than women. Plus they would be safer if people thought that they were men.

Rosetta walked over to one of the baskets that her sister brought and found a long piece of cotton with which she could wrap he breasts. Rosetta tried to ignore the pain on her back that she could feel pulsating with every heart beat, as she wrapped herself. All she could think was how happy she was to abandon corsets for the next few months at least, especially with the state her back was in now. She then put her trousers, and boots on, as well as a loose cotton shirt, and then her wig. Rosetta and Genevieve were both masters at putting on the get up, and making their voices deeper than they actually were because they had been sneaking out of the castle for years now. They had slowly mastered the art of fighting with knives, swords, pistols, and even just fighting with their bodies. They had been going to the tavern at the far side of town late at night, and fighting their way to victory. They had been saving up the money that they had won from all the many fights, and so their plan was to use it until they could find other jobs.