The Let's Play Archive

Cinders

by Klingon w Bowl Cut

Part 3: Goon Playthrough - Part 3




If you ask me, you should be the one dreaming of being rescued. It's obvious you hate your current life.


Watch your tongue! You don't know what you're talking about.


Don't I? When's the last time you were actually happy?


It's very thoughtful of you to worry about me, but if I were you, I'd pay more attention to your situation. I don't want your pity. And before you get any more foolish ideas, I think you should know that Mother is calling for you. She says she has a special job for you. No doubt something rudimentary enough for you to handle.


So you were sent here to fetch me, then.


Mother entrusts me with important tasks. Don't mistake me for being on your level. You wait here. I'll let her know that you've finally rolled out of bed.


Don't you ever get tired of all this?


Tired? What are you babbling about?


You try so hard to be like Carmosa. You dress like her, you speak like her... And yet, she still treats you as little more than a servant.



(And then Gloria just walks away.)


I can't believe it. Did I really just get her to shut up? I was expecting an insult at the very least. The room feels empty again. Even Gloria's presence is better than nothing. Truthfully, I feel bad for her. I may be the servant around here, but her situation isn't that different from mine. Both Gloria and Sophia spend every waking moment doing Carmosa's bidding. Just because it's not scrubbing floors doesn't mean they're not servants, too.




I swear, you feeble-minded girls are going to be the death of me. Bah! You've wasted too much of my time, already. I have a job for you. Go into town and find the merchant Tobias. I need you to pay him for a certain service. I'm giving you 200 sovereigns exactly. Don't you dare lose them! I must be a fool to entrust you with this much money, but unfortunately, I've no one else to send. I have better plans for those two useless daughters of mine. Now hurry up, child. Time is of the essence.



Shall we continue the sass?