A Letter from a Bird

Dear Osiris,

I think I see Mother taking a walk in the gardens. She seems quite content there. Sometimes, I think that its all Father's fault Mother has to order us around, but then it would be Grandmother's fault Father existed to marry Mother, so I suppose there is really nobody to blame. Sometimes, in the gardens, I see Mother smile to herself, when she shoos away the servants for some time. Perhaps I feel the same way. These times, alone by the windowsill, are when I feel like I can let myself relax the most.

Yes! You are correct, I am Miss Elizabeth. I have already prepared my disguise. Is it strange that I have more dresses in my wardrobe than suits? Why do ladies need so much clothes? Maybe it gives them more self-fulfillment. I don't know why Mother wants me to dress up as so many women, I feel like I am more feminine than masculine at this point. Honestly, her personality is quite similar to the last girl, calm, with a hint of alacrity. I trust you've hid her body well? I've already made ventures into her family. They don't seem to care much about her, which is better for me, since I can worry less about my flawless acting.

Am I still a sick boy, or have I traveled again? Or, does mother have a new excuse this time? I'm interested in hearing it.

By the way, I have been thinking. Mother wanted me to be a girl, did she not? Easter is a girl name. It would be more convenient for Mother and Father to have a boy and a girl, since I could flap my fan and look pretty, and be married off to another prince. I suppose I can still be married off, and I do flap my fan quite often.

I sent this letter by a bird, since I wanted it to be a secret from the butler, and he seemed quite displeased by our letters. Tomorrow is the ball, so I hope you have at least some time to read this before you leave.

See you at the ball,

Easter.