The Illegitimate Royal Blood

Cries. They heard cries. Cries of little beings. Kinds of cry, that would be called painful. Kinds of cry, that would be called agony. Kinds of cry, that would be called traumatizing. Yet, nobody cared. Nobody gave a thought about who could that little being be. Why? Because they were Royals, who hurt those little beings. The Royals were the authority who could erase the people's existence, and they feared them to stand against wrong. Wrong should never be supported by any, but do they have a choice? I would say, No. How would I not know it, when I get to cry the same way how those little beings are crying now? "Aveline!" I flinched, hearing my name from the most terrifying woman of my life. But I was not given time to turn around to face her by myself, as she had already spun me around harshly. "What in the world were you doing upstairs, in my son's bedroom?" she shouted, and I shut my eyes tightly for my ears were hurting due to her voice.  "I-I do not know what y-" I was left incomplete, as a fistful of my hair was grabbed by the woman, Kathryn, harshly that I whimpered in pain. "Ah! Please don't." I whimpered harder, which increased the pressure she used on my hair.  "Do not try to outsmart me, you brat. If you want to follow your mother's footsteps, then get some other guy, not my son." she spat out angrily, and I shook my head. They can compare me with anyone, but not my mother. She is the worst of all.  "I swear I do not have--any kind of relationship with your son." I mumbled, while biting back my pain. "Then how the hell did your belonging was found in my son's bedroom, mutt?" she yelled out, while flashing something in front of my eyes. My scarf! None in this Palace could own such a worn out scarf, but me. Nobody would doubt Kathryn's statement, but I could swear that I will never have any kind of relationship with her son. Of all the people, that playboy? No! I would not play with my dignity, that I have been ignoring his existence whenever I see him around. But how did my scarf reach that guy's bedroom? A harsh tug at my scalp, produced a scream through my mouth. "I--don't know." I managed to mutter. Why can't she let me speak, before jumping into conclusions? "So you mean I am lying, b***h?" she pulled at my hair harshly, that I screamed loudly. "Wh-Oh my God. Aveline!" I heard Emma, who tried to free me from Kathryn's hold. "Step back, you little brat. I would kill this girl for hitting on my son." Kathryn hissed angrily, and I was shedding tears. It hurts, so much! "I swear Ma'am. I don't know how my scarf was found in your son's bedroom." I whimpered out, but she showed no mercy. She never showed mercy to anyone. It's like, she cannot have anyone smiling. "It was me, who was in your son's bedroom." I shot my head towards Emma, who was glaring at Kathryn. Emma must be the only girl, who can yell back at Kathryn. "You d-" Kathryn left her hold on my head, and I ran my fingers through my hair to soothe the pain. It hurts! I cannot take it anymore.  "Before you think of assaulting me, I clean the people's bedrooms in this palace, and I suppose your son lives in this very same palace. Right?" Emma spoke out, almost angrily while taking hold of my hand, and I gave her a grateful smile, before turning towards a seething Kathryn. "That does not mean I will let it go. If you want to groom yourselves, then leave this place forever. At least, people like us will be free of scums like you." she spat before leaving the kitchen, and I looked down in distress. Free of scums like me! A sad smile was forming on my lips. Of course, I am a scum. After all, I am a mistake for my own parents. "Don't bother her, Aveline. Is your head still hurting?" Emma caressed my hair, while I gave her a smile. "Its alright. I am fine." I replied, before continuing with my work. "You need to stop letting people treat you the way they are doing so, Aveline." I heard Emma's soft voice, and I let out a sigh. "Will they stop hurting people if one, a scum like me, object their doings? "I asked, and Emma gave a sad smile in return. "They won't. You know it too. So why to try! Let's just accept the reality. People like us, can only dream." I said, before leaving the kitchen, to do my next job. To clean the Prince's Wing! ***  "Do you think you are getting to live here, for doing nothing? Clear this mess, maid." Prince Eric screamed at me, while glaring at my back, as I was on the floor cleaning the mess he created, last night. "Y-Yes, Prince." I bowed my head to him, who scowled at my face, before leaving the room. What did I ever do to him? Also, why is his room always dirty? Using the broom, I cleaned up his entire room, ignoring the inner-wears that I came across off, which definitely did not belong to him, for it belonged to a woman. "Clean my room first." Princess Scarlet commanded stiffly, when I got out of Prince Eric's room, walking towards Princess Clara's room. "Princess!" I bowed to her, who nodded and left. To be honest, she deserves the crown, for she is less meaner than her siblings. "Oh Queen!" I entered Princess Clara's room, only to see the Queen in the bedroom. "Why are you late?" she asked, with only malice in her voice. I flinched at her tone, before bowing my head. "I had to clean Princess Scarlet's bedroom." I replied, almost stuttering. "Why? Don't you know Clara needs to take her afternoon nap?" The Queen's anger filled voice boomed in my ears, and I bit onto my lips to stop myself from screaming in fear. "Y-Yes, Queen. I beg your pardon, but Princess Scarlet had commanded me to clean her bedroom f-" I was left incomplete, due to a sting on my left cheek.  Shutting my eyes quickly, I bit harder on my lips to bite back the pain that caused due to the single slap. "M-My Queen!" I bowed, immediately knowing very well she would slap me again if I don't bow. "You are asked to do as I command, and no one else. Understood?" She yelled out, and I opened my eyes, but kept the gaze down. "Y-Yes, Queen." I replied, and she left the room, not before pushing me on the floor, leaving me in tears.  Why? Why does it have to me always? Is it too hard for the people in here to show some kindness towards me? Am I not worthy of it, at least? No answers. Yet again, I was left with no answers and I wish I had someone beside me to fill me with those answers. I really wish!