A Letter from the Butler

Dear Osiris,

Your tantrum, nobody can tolerate it anymore. Lady Laura, what have you found? Aren't you going to tell me? I heard you have been investigating by yourself, and Elias has filled me in on the basics. So, Lady Laura had something to do with the Lavender House? So what? What, did she go around murdering people too? I don't understand why you are so angry.

The reason she was killed was strange, she was killed by an imperial guard. Or, perhaps, did you kill her? After all, you own a sword like that as well. Have you finally gone mad, starting your killing spree again? You know where this got you last time. Good thing your blood was found to be of royalty, or your head may have been sent to the chopper.

I wonder if the kingdom really has forgotten about the murderous Osiris Agnes, a thing worse than Satan that possessed a poor boy's body. After Mother and Father worked so hard to patch up your misdeeds, do you think people really smile at you with genuine delight, or to them, are you a spoiled meat covered in herbs and spices? Even pigs would not eat meat so rotten as you.

Well, Satan's little boy, how does it feel to be locked up in your room? Mother heard about this, and unfortunately for you, we have now switched places. I guess, this means you must be the closed off and forgotten second prince Easter again. Truly, what a shame.

You know, after five years, I've gotten used to the feeling of resentment when I look at you, standing up at the podium, smiling proudly as if you were the only person in the world that mattered. I cannot copy your cheerful attitude, so my image has become a depressed and cold shut-in, while, on the contrary, you fare quite well as a powerful prince who has good relations with everybody, a strict but fair ruler.

Have fun in the suffocating room of yours. If you plan on trying to win back the crowned prince title, I will not be afraid to lose anything.

Easter. Or, Osiris, I should say.