Final Memoirs of Katherine Kearney - 10 Years of Questions
Jul 21, 2020 1:48:48 GMT 10
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Post by Laurnath on Jul 21, 2020 1:48:48 GMT 10
The contents of this book have been published posthumously to raise awareness for the ill fated woman Lady Katherine Kearney, on the 10th anniversary of her death after being found missing. While Katherine was not perfect, all people require justice. This book will be a partial recounting, as some content has been seized by the Kings Forces under the law of protecting active agents. - Anonymous.
I am starting these papers on the eve of my 199th Birthday. My name is Katherine Kearney. Though my good friends call me Kit. My bad friends call me Lady Kearney.
If you're reading this, I must have already passed on to the next. Because what I do isn't worthy of publication, except in the rat infested pages of the Tattler.
You see, I am a Lady in Waiting. Not a Lady of a title. Even this evening, I have blown out the single candle on a cupcake and I am preparing to be called in. I've elaborately raised my pale red hair into a ridiculously fashionable style with pins and pearls and feathers. I'm perched on a chair, trying to keep the wrinkles out of my gown. Somewhere, dear future readers, I've applied my daggers to appropriate places for my personal safety.
You see, I get called to big old houses with big important men. I'm the one they call when they want to be courted. When all the homely life is expended, I emerge into the smoky depths of a sitting room and pour the dark liquor. I run my manicured fingers down suited arms and laugh appropriately when required.
I will ensure that it's the most fun, the best time, the most manly and appreciated they've ever felt.
And after all the nasty deeds are done, I will lay and listen to all the troubles of the heavy load of the big men. The important men. I will pretend to glaze my blue eyes over and offer meek nods. Because you cannot be too interested, even though this - my loves - is what my importance is.
I remember everything, I remember all. I will keep it until it's required and give it only at an appropriate price. Because, darlings, it's very expensive to live with the big houses and the big families. It's very expensive to stand on this gilded highwire.
And I have no want to fall. I have no wish to end up in the Nest below. I have become too soft for that sort of life.
So, my little precious dears. On my birthday I am a Lady in Waiting. Ready to serve and be served secrets.
And as per my start, perhaps it is why I am at an end.
Goodness, that sounds so debonair and secretive. I kill myself.
I hear a footman, good heels, expensive fabric.
It's time to play the Mirros games.
Ta ta, KK.
//Inside cover:
Lady Katherine Kearney, Confessor of Valerias.
Extensive benefactress to the Widows and Orphans Fund Mirros.
Courtesan. Keeper of secrets.
Found dead at 199 in her expansive villa in Mirros Garden District.
All proceeds from her memoirs will be used to seek out the truth of her murder.
I am starting these papers on the eve of my 199th Birthday. My name is Katherine Kearney. Though my good friends call me Kit. My bad friends call me Lady Kearney.
If you're reading this, I must have already passed on to the next. Because what I do isn't worthy of publication, except in the rat infested pages of the Tattler.
You see, I am a Lady in Waiting. Not a Lady of a title. Even this evening, I have blown out the single candle on a cupcake and I am preparing to be called in. I've elaborately raised my pale red hair into a ridiculously fashionable style with pins and pearls and feathers. I'm perched on a chair, trying to keep the wrinkles out of my gown. Somewhere, dear future readers, I've applied my daggers to appropriate places for my personal safety.
You see, I get called to big old houses with big important men. I'm the one they call when they want to be courted. When all the homely life is expended, I emerge into the smoky depths of a sitting room and pour the dark liquor. I run my manicured fingers down suited arms and laugh appropriately when required.
I will ensure that it's the most fun, the best time, the most manly and appreciated they've ever felt.
And after all the nasty deeds are done, I will lay and listen to all the troubles of the heavy load of the big men. The important men. I will pretend to glaze my blue eyes over and offer meek nods. Because you cannot be too interested, even though this - my loves - is what my importance is.
I remember everything, I remember all. I will keep it until it's required and give it only at an appropriate price. Because, darlings, it's very expensive to live with the big houses and the big families. It's very expensive to stand on this gilded highwire.
And I have no want to fall. I have no wish to end up in the Nest below. I have become too soft for that sort of life.
So, my little precious dears. On my birthday I am a Lady in Waiting. Ready to serve and be served secrets.
And as per my start, perhaps it is why I am at an end.
Goodness, that sounds so debonair and secretive. I kill myself.
I hear a footman, good heels, expensive fabric.
It's time to play the Mirros games.
Ta ta, KK.
//Inside cover:
Lady Katherine Kearney, Confessor of Valerias.
Extensive benefactress to the Widows and Orphans Fund Mirros.
Courtesan. Keeper of secrets.
Found dead at 199 in her expansive villa in Mirros Garden District.
All proceeds from her memoirs will be used to seek out the truth of her murder.