Williamsburg Books

[Victoria Rae Williamsburg]

After quite a while, sitting still began to bore Victoria. Well, naturally staying perched on a tiny stool behind a counter was never too exciting, but after four hours it became unbearably tedious. Perhaps the lack of costumers added to this, but that was nothing new. Victoria had a handful of regulars and that was that. Still she grew sick of the tiny store, with its plain purple wallpaper and its musky smell.

Without costumers, there was truly nothing left to do. She had already taken inventory and added new stock to her collection. Though she was never fond of other people, even a child would know that no costumers meant no work to do. Victoria swore that she'd move this old shop somewhere new and exotic. But that was nearly a joke in itself, as she made that promise to herself every single day.

To waste time (and to get off of that increasingly uncomfortable stool), Victoria strode towards a small display table holding several copies of a small, grey book. The very most important book in the store, at least to Victoria. While straightening the small piles, she glanced down just to take in the text on the cover one more time.

Beauty in Such Upsetting Times
by
Victoria Rae Williamsburg

Seeing her own name on the cover of a novel was just enough to give Victoria the burst of energy she needed to continue on with her day. With a smile spread across her delicate features, she took to re-cataloging the books on the shelves

[Rosencrantz Florence Night]

oh the things we enjoy, must days like this end?

Rosen was somewhat surprised to find how easy it was to come to the bookstore. Aside from it's somewhat tucked away location, she had easy time finding it. The shops weren't that hard to navigate after one got the hang of it.

She looked around, appearing somewhat bored yet faintly interested in her surroundings. The servant hadn't been to such a place before, much more without being dragged upon a leash. Not in the literal sense, but of course, she was a servant, so one day she may very well end up that way. Not that she liked to think about it. In fact, she grimaced at the very thought of it.

The shopkeeper appeared distracted. Then again, it could just be her. She did have a habit of sneaking up on people when they least expected it. The tomboy was never quite the type to simply burst into a room announcing their appearance. No, she would simply slither hiding among the background as a snake would and wait to be spoken to. It was not only the way a servant should be, but just how she was.

. . . that isn't to say that she was willing to stand there for hours. No, if she was late, why, she feared, just faintly, what would happen. She was a good servant and any sort of tardiness would ruin all the work she had done. So, she did what most people would do, she rang the bell at the counter.

"Excuse me . . . "

She spoke in her ambiguous tone of voice.