Chapter 9: Anna Felix: A Troubled Soul
Anna Felix sat at the dining table in the hall with the other members of the family. They were twelve at the table today. They were all talking and chattering about the regent pageantry coming up.
“I will be the one to represent us all.”
“You, with your big pointy lips? Lord Henry would run away from the castle at the sight of those big rubber lips of yours!”
They all laughed at the joke and returned to their food.
Anna was sitting at this same table. Her eyes were fixed on the plate before her and she was looking at the soup therein. It looked as though she was begging for the soup. The plate itself looked like it had belonged to their family and had been used in the manor for centuries on end. Anna did not like it. She did not like anything abo
