Anti-Monarch

Elisabeth was in a jail cell. There was a stainless steel sink on top of a stainless steel toilet and just her bed with a lumpy mattress. She wore nothing but a thin brown night shirt. She jumped out of bed. The night shirt barely covered her ass.

"Where am I?" She asked. She went to the bars. "HELP! HELP ME!"

A muscular, stern faced female guard walked up to her. "What do you want, princess?" she said 'princess' with a sneer.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"You're awaiting trial. Why did you think you were here?"

"Trial for what?"

"Aww, does widdle Princess miss her handwers? You're on trial for promoting and prolonging the aristocracy while common people like me suffered. You took our money to live the high life while giving nothing back."

"But I...it's...I..."

"Quit your stammering."

"Breakfast!" An older woman in a prison uniform came by and shoved a plate of food under the bars. It was two pieces of white toast with barely any butter, a mushy brown banana, and a piece of very greasy looking sausage. She handed a cup of apple juice to the Princess. "Bon appetit," she said sarcastically before moving on.

"This can't be!"

"It is, pwincess. You'll be summoned in an hour for trial."

Elisabeth looked at the tray of disgusting food and gagged. She sat on her bunk and cried.