[Lost] Background fiction

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She was getting tired of this toy.

She'd expected something delightfully bad-tempered, really; seeing the dark-haired girl under the tree, away from the rest, she thought she'd seen a sulky, brooding thing she would be able to mould into something fun. But the child whose eyes were as green as her dress never seemed to get cross. The thing never raised its voice, never lost its temper with the crawling drudges when they came into the room, always said please and thank you. It was infuriating. She didn't want obedience - not this easily.

She tapped an elegant finger on her perfect lips as she ran her other hand through the creature's black curls. When she tugged hard, all she got was a request to stop. It was enough to make one lose one's patience.

Suddenly her lips curved upwards and she turned the child to face her. "I'm tired of you. You no longer have use as a pet. See if you can last longer in the kitchen. Make them put you to work."

The wounded expression on the thing's face pleased her, but her dazzling smile faded as it merely said "Yes, your highness" and did her bidding.

This would be more difficult than she'd expected.