The Piano Student: Chapter One: FIGURINE

"GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" Sienna bellows, throwing the glass vase at her feet with a shuddering crash. The noise sends the bewildered piano teacher backwards and into a small end table as his old feet try to dodge her wrath.
The teacher is completely terrified.
He just corrected her posture, one small observation, and the next thing she was up and screaming. Her sister was never this intemperate, he thought, oh why didn't I just stay in the countryside?
But it was too late now.
The golden haired princess picks up a china figurine and prepares to hurl it at the aging man, but, just then, a curious assortment of people burst into the room.
Surrounding a girl with light red hair are seven figures, all out of breath from speeding in stiff dress across a vast estate.
Two are attendants, one Sienna's and the other Marie's, Marie being the red haired princess entering the room presently.
Three are servants, fluttering about with wild panicked eyes. They had found Princess Marie and urged her to hasten to Princess Sienna's side, to calm her down somehow, because they feared that somehow they would be blamed for the mess that always ensued when Princess Sienna went into one of her rages.
Another is an aging gentleman in an expensive suit, with a gray beard and watery eyes. He is the financial advisor of the two twin princesses, and an more cynical and condescending man I am certain you'll never meet.
The final woman is very fat, with a tuft of black hair cutting down to a low bob at her shoulders, an out of breath expression on her face. She was huffing and puffing as she tried to keep up with the quick steps of the agitated bunch as they raced down the hallway to get there, and feels the burn now. She is the assigned nurse to the Princesses Sienna and Marie Demurey, had been under for about six months.
(Marie and Sienna were sure this one would crack any day, though they said nothing.)
And yet I have not fully addressed the most important figure in the group, though, were you to meet them for yourselves, your eyes would no doubt be instantly drawn to her first.
She is in the middle, calm and collected, with icy blue eyes that do more than look, they see.She is the definition of self control as she stands in the doorway, her posture relaxed, hands unclenched. The only true indication to her present state of fury is the absolutely livid expression in her very expressive blue eyes.
Her features are delicate and frail, and one could liken her whole temperament and physique to that of a highly sarcastic little bird.
She is every bit identical to Sienna, the one still frozen, mid throw, in front of the grand piano with the teacher huddled at her feet.
Sienna's green eyes, normally clear and refreshing, darken as she glares at the party entering the room. She blows her blonde hair out of her face and stiffens.
"Leave us." says Marie calmly, imperiously waving a hand at the party behind her.
"Your highness, I do not think that-" began the silver haired advisor, but Marie is expecting this and waves her hand at him again, sharper. He knows how to read her body language by now, and backs out the door with a calculating expression on his face.
The rest follow, breathing deeply with relief as Sienna puts down the figurine and turns away from the teacher.
Once the door is closed, Marie goes to the teacher, who is struggling to his feet. Neither of the two princesses will help him up.
Sienna remains, glaring out the windows at the impressive gardens of Wickmoore estate. She is not impressed, she has seen far grander in her fourteen years of life.
"We apologize," begins Marie stiffly, but she is interupted by a snort from Sienna.
"I can hear the sincerity just dripping off your words." she quips. Marie merely rolls her eyes and turns back to the teacher.
"My sister, it seems," her voice is cold. "is in a bit of a temper this afternoon."
This sentence is greeted by another snort from Sienna. Marie sighs loudly, but makes an effort to appear friendlier. Her tone is softer as she begins again.
"We will simply practice what we know for a week or so. You ought to take a week off."
The teacher nods vigorously and hastens quickly out of the room, only managing to squeak out a disgruntled "Thank you, princess." before all but sprinting out of the room.
The door shut again, Marie turns on Sienna.
"Would you kindly" she spits the word out "control your temper? I can barely walk our of my room before I hear of your latest disaster. I can't fix all your mistakes, Sienna."
I might add here, dear reader, that Sienna is possibly the only person around who is capable of withstanding the onslaught of Marie's fury.
Perhaps it is the thick bond they have, that losing their parents brought them, or maybe they are more alike in nature than I have otherwise suggested, or perhaps it is just the fact that Sienna's ego is virtually incapable of being deflated, for whatever reason, Sienna doesn't even wince.
"I couldn't take it anymore Marie!" Sienna hisses, clenching her small fists. "I'm going crazy!"
Marie sighs and sits gracefully down on an obliging footstool.
"You need to find a better way to let out your rage. Take up sewing or something. Stabbing fabric with a pointy piece of metal always seems to cheer me up." she remarks dryly.
"That's just it. I don't want to do all this... sewing, piano, culturing nonsense. I want to get out and see the world." her voice turns wistful.
"And what in it? Do you wish to go chasing dragons now?" Marie's voice is bitter.
"I don't know, but I just can't stand staying inside all day."
"You say that now, but we both know that we're not exactly fit for living in nature. And you've lost it if you think we could somehow survive on our own." Marie dismisses.
"Of course not, we wouldn't make it a day." Sienna agrees instantly, beginning to absently twist a strand of blonde hair. "But suppose we went on an extended holiday..."
"What exactly did you have in mind?" Marie asks.
"Uhm... Egypt?"
The resounding thump Marie's head makes as she throws her head against he high back of the chair is taking the place of the long sigh of exasperation and frustration that would normally come from her lips right then.
"What's wrong with Egypt?" demands Sienna, accusatorily, as though Marie's wordless sarcasm was a direct attack.
"Nothing, really," Marie admits, "It's just I've suddenly come to realize the lengths to which I'll go to help you let your frustration out on something other than our house staff, that's all."