The Steward

Still intend to fix up some things here and there (arms too long). Anyway this is Johayn! I've become very attatched to her <3. Why do I like cross-dressing girls...don't ask me!!! Blame the manga I read T____T

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“Johayn, when you are done dressing Finely be sure to stop by Myrtle’s room; she is being difficult,” Steward Musec spoke slowly in his timeless way, as if he were spilling dry leaves from his lips. His words were dead, the emotion in his dark eyes bleak. Everything about him was serious, even the way he kept his wine-colour vest, finely pressed shirt, dark brown trousers, and polished shoes perfectly orderly. The way he held himself, one arm holding the door slightly ajar, the other stiff at his side, spoke of perfect service. Despite that he was not aged, it was as if through such rigorous control he had managed to at least conserve his beauty. Those black-pooled eyes matched his slicked back black hair, short and simple for someone who worked all day long. It did not take anyone long to notice how interestingly well he contrasted with the King; one white, the other black, as different as night and day.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, tying the two year old’s shoelaces without much thought. The boy was averting his gaze, watching Johayn’s actions intently with dark blue eyes. His scrappy black hair was covering his face, hiding the frown that Musec would most likely disapprove of.
The Steward didn’t need to see the child’s face to know his displeasure, but there was not much to be done for it. He left without a word, leaving the two in a vast room with two attendants, both waiting patiently as usual in case they were needed. Johayn may be the future Steward, but a five and two year old could never be left unattended.
At such a young age she already understood Musec, and why he was so stiff. Naturally she took after him, dressed in a green vest and nice white shirt, with grey pants. Queen Cameron had seen to her dressing, being sure to fiddle with her gold ribbon about her neck, making sure it looked ‘gentlemanly’ but still ‘adding a feminine touch’, as she put it. It suited Johayn well, matching her soft brown hair and wide, brown eyes. Queen Cameron had also cheated there, making sure that her hair was just above the shoulder. A popular male style but still feminine enough to make any who pass by wonder. Not that anyone really wondered; everyone knew (but didn’t really care) that Johayn was a girl.
She straightened herself, watching as Finely looked up with his dark blue eyes, a pleading within them. Tussling his short black hair, she held his hand gently with reassurance.
"It's okay," she whispered, leading him to the adjoining room. It was not enough, she knew, but was helpless to remove the terrible memories this child held in his heart.
"Miss Myrtle?" Johayn mumbled, tapping the door lightly. "May I enter?"
There was shuffling, and then an attendant was opening the door, allowing the two into a room fit for a princess. As she was one, Princess Myrtle sat defiantly on her grand bed, arms crossed and eyes blazing. She was surrounded by a room decorated with all types of lace and flowers, puppets and comfortable furnishings; her own fine outfit, long dark hair and light blue eyes matched the setting well. For a four year old, Myrtle was already fitting into her role well.
"Don't call me miss, Johayn," she whined, watching as the two made their way over.
Johayn smiled, holding out her hand slowly to the little girl. "I didn't, I called you Miss Myrtle."
The princess' lip quivered, frustration sparking tears to well up in her eyes. Reluctantly she took Johayn's hand, always staring into those wide brown eyes. "I hate him," she whispered, so low only Johayn could hear.
The only thing she could do was squeeze the Princess' hand in recognition; Johayn's own feelings didn't matter. All she had to do was make sure they were there on time, and that by the time they got there the two children at her sides would not be fearful, but smiling as if they'd missed their brother intensely.