The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 6

Aurora’s POV

I heard my stomach grumble once more; a reminder that I had cried enough and I had more pressing issues to address. I felt a slight ache in my stomach and I knew that hunger was getting quite impatient with me.

I stopped crying and began to regain a bit of composure, reminding myself that I couldn't cry forever. Crying wasn't going to solve any problem and I had to console myself with that. Rose had been saying it all the while but it was only after several minutes that I came to terms with it.

I stood from the side of the bed where I sat and wiped my tears with both hands. I walked to my mirror to see how I looked and it wasn't a great sight. Not the fact that I was ugly; that was already a sure thing. Because I had cried so long, my eyes looked a bit sunk in and my face was pretty dull. I had to do something about it.

To the bathroom I went, quick as a flash, turning on the tap so I could wash my face. I put my two hands forward, right below the tank as the water flowed into them. Then with the water, I washed my face for about two minutes, before turning off the tap and drying my face with a towel.

I encouraged myself, taking in a deep breath and breathing out to eradicate any form of fear and shame that lurked in my mind because I was about to leave without my mask. Rose was quite helpful.

"Go girl," she encouraged me, trying to boost my confidence. "You look amazing. Let's go get some good food."

"I think you're being a little overboard with this," I laughed. Rose always had her way with words. She just knew how to lighten my mood.

I put my legs into my flat, red slippers which I had been wearing for over six years and headed toward my door. I had to go to the servant's kitchen regardless of how bad my experience might have been. I had to eat something. My stomach wasn't going easy on me anymore.

I left the room, shutting my door from behind. A group of maids stood a short distance away from my room chattering and laughing hard. I walked past them at a really quick pace, doing my best to avoid being noticed.

They couldn't miss a chance to make fun of me. They took turns mocking me with very scornful remarks which usually would have gotten to me.

"There she goes again, Maria. The ugly witch has broken free from her cage."

"Sometimes, I wish she could understand just how bad she makes others feel merely by her presence. She would have stayed indoors a lot more."

"Look at her walk. It's not just the ugly face; everything else about her stinks so bad. She walks and talks like some duck. The goddess has dealt with her treacherously. I hear she's devoted to her."

I paid little attention to them. I was certain they were only trying to get me worked up. Besides, I knew I was ugly. There was no way I was going to let their words get to me.