Veronique had moved with her dogs to the spacious garden of house Aurelia, she was mindlessly playing with them as she reminisced about her old best friend.

  ‘She was a small dog and she used to walk all over me’ she let out a melancholic smile ‘I never bothered to properly train her and as result she was an absolute menace to society!’ her face turned a bit nervous as she remembered several accidents involving strangers.

  ‘It was kind of fun to see grown men cover in fear over my little puppy, but…’ Veronique looked at the two pups play fighting with each other, they were already double the size of what she was used to deal with.

  ‘Those two are Dobermans, nobody is going to find that cute or funny’ she knows mustn’t act like in the past ‘Big dogs can’t get away with being aggressive in any capacity’ this thought made her pause as a possible explanation came to her

  ‘Could that be the reason the Crown trash’ She dismissed such nonsense as she saw one of the dogs rolling on the grass and stopping to lie on its back ‘nah how could those munchkins be anything but sweet little pumpkins’

  “Still, I am going to turn you two in the best trained pumpkins in the whole world!” Veronique exclaimed to them, fully intending on keeping her word

  “…Pumpkins?” said the confused voice of a young child, probably aged around five.

  She was wearing a red headband with a ribbon on top adorned with a green jewel shaped like a heart, and a puffed dress with a red and white color scheme.

  Veronique was staring at her in awe as the child was simply the epitome of cuteness.

  Light pink shoulder length hair with deep ocean blue eyes combined with that simply adorable pudgy face.

  It reminded her of baby seals.

  She so wanted to pinch those puffy baby cheeks.

  “You can train pumpkins?” Veronique was so lost in her thought she barely came back to reality when the child spoke again, but she wasn’t able to answer her as one annoying high-pitched voice interrupted

  “Of course, not your Ladyship” the owner of such annoyance was a middle-aged woman with dark green hair up in two buns on each side of her head and dark eyes, she was dressed in a plain maroon dress with a red broach on her neck and wore so frilly gloves with a light blue flowery design.

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  “Miss Veronique is just making a fool of herself” Veronique found a deep dislike for this woman, she reminded her and an annoying fly and she really wished she had a fly swatter.

  “Oh” the child seemed to accept this woman words as truth and for some reason this enraged Veronique to no end

  “The one being a fool is you, old hag” she snapped

  “Excuse me?” the woman seemed outraged and was probably expecting an apology for the outburst as it was normally expected from a noble, but in case it wasn’t clear.

  Veronique doesn’t give a flying fucking damn and it helps that she doesn’t have a fucking clue on how she’s supposed to act.

  “You heard me right, it’s clear as the sun that I was just sweet talking to my pups and didn’t mean actual pumpkins” So she just started blasting this middle aged

  “Only a small child would think otherwise, but you are clearly not a child” she paused to give out a villainous smirk before adding the final nail “So, you must be a foolish old hag”

  “How dare you!?” the elder didn’t appreciate such thing

  “The Duke will know about this!” Veronique couldn’t help but giggle at the threat as she was remembered of all the snotty spoiled kids she saw in movies.

  “You think I give a damn?” she truthfully asked knowing full well this maid shouldn’t have any power over her, the daughter of the Duke.

  “What’s a damn?”

  “Oh, it’s just a word you say when you are mad” Veronique said without a care not deeming it such a bad word to warranty a trouble.

  After all she knew worse ones and showing being unbothered the best way to make a child lose interest in it.

  However, it would become a problem if a child sees something as forbidden, then that thing would turn into something amazing they couldn’t do without.

  “Stop corrupting the young Lady’s mind with your foul language!” Miss Hawkings of course was a prude old middle-aged woman that didn’t get that memo

  “People in the real world speak like this the whole time” Veronique tried again to show no interest, but she didn’t exactly have experience with children and she was frustrated such word was even considered foul language.

  It also didn’t help that she had a tendency to speak without thinking, so her lips just moved to add

  “And you are upset about damn? I didn’t even use real foul language as you put it”

  “Like what?” Rhea was a curious child and Veronique’s brain didn’t find connection to the host.

  “Like f…”

  “Lady Rhea we are urgently needed somewhere else!” Miss Hawkings savaged the situation by grabbing Rhea and running off so fast a Jamaican guy would have had trouble keeping up with her.

  “Whoa she’s quite fast for an old Hag” Veronique commented so easily distracted that she didn’t even realize she was about to be really inappropriate.

  “…and she was even in high heels” she added with awe and suddenly she remembered a scene from an inferior but still enjoyable sequel to one of her favorite movies.

  “I feel like she could outrun a T-Rex too in her youth” She smiled remembering the enjoyable fight that followed that scene, then one of her dogs started pulling at her dress for attention.

  “I didn’t forget about you two” Veronique immediately crouched down to snuffle them with cuddles.

  “Thinking about it” she said as she put them down, but still kept petting their head

  “I didn’t give you a name, didn’t I?” she started wondering out aloud as she sprawled herself on the grass without a care “I need to think of something cool”