ROYALTY

Chapter 8

This time we were shown to our respective seats in groups of fours. I was not sitting with Gianna but with Penelope and Amelia and another debutante I was yet to make an acquaintance with. Valentina looked content where she sat, not that I was complaining or anything, she was better off far away as possible form the 'two hazardous witches' as Lauren put it. The herald announced the royals and everyone stood. Amelia went to pulling down her neckline so that her lovely assets could be seen and Penelope went to doing her hair and adding some more substances to her face to make her look more beautiful. To me she looked like a deranged gorilla that was just rejected her mating season even though she was on heat.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the king and queen that were making their way to the table. I felt the hairs on my neck stand as I felt someone staring at me. I turned my head to face the prince and the princess they were both looking at me. Amelia caught the little act and whispered, "I hope you are not thinking of creating a scene and seeking attention from them again." Penelope and the other debenture shared a giggle. "Even the whores that work in the prostitution houses know how to seduce a man, or even a prince your attempts at seduction are pathetic Amelia, you need more help." The ladies from the opposite table made loud shocked gasps and that earned them a warning glance from the queen. I on the other hand admired the little fly that flew around the room.

"Oh, stop with the pretence act Naomi, we all know you want the prince but you will not get him, not as long as I am around." Penelope had spoken as she continued to add more of the colour to her face, she looked like a clown. "I am sorry miss, I thought it was a lady Penelope that had spoken but all I see here is a heated goat making strange faces. I would inform the guards of the lady's disappearance and they will have the castle searched for her. That is if it is worth their time." I gave her a challenging look, and she shut up. So, she did have brains after all.

We were served with a typical English breakfast, with eggs and bacon, fruit cake and the sort. The whole room bust into an erupted manner of conversations and gossips with the head leaders lying their way through. The conversations did not really interest me, since they were all about "I am the best."  "I have the most this." "The prince would definitely fall for me."  They were like chattering parrots that never shut up. I looked out the window, we were in the days between the winter months and the spring months, even though we did not receive much snow during the colder months we did receive storms, just like the one that was falling outside. Storms and a warm weather. That was what made Nolan distinguishable from other parts of the world.

I focused my attention on the royals, starting from the lord Donovan, he had ebony black hair, with chocolate brown eyes and a smile on his face. He was in did handsome according to how the maids described him, but there was something about him, something that just did not feel right. His smile. The king, a joyous man, not the type that was always broody, he had a smile on his face and light in his eyes while he talked to his wife, the queen had green eyes while the king blue. The prince took his mothers set of features including her eyes and her face. While the princes looked almost like the king, but if Nolanian history was correct it would say-

I was disturbed from my thoughts when I heard a loud clash. One of the maids had spilled hot tea on herself and little droplets of the hot substance were on Amelias dress. Honestly, I wished it were her face. "You little wixen! Do you know how much that costs?" she was saying. The maid looked terrified. She had a cut on her hand from the broken china and blisters were starting to form.

My legs walked on their accord to her and before I knew what I was doing I was picking up the broken pieces. She gasped and went to her knees begging me "not to do a servants job" but I refused to listen to her. Once all the broken pieces were picked and placed on the tray. I went to cleaning the blood stains on her hand and wrapping it in a cloth. I had told her to go treat her hand and have it checked. She smiled at me and before hurrying off saying thank you, "your grace." I was used to my lady, the term 'grace' was usually reserved for my parents. I went back to my seat and took a sip of my already cold tea and acted like as if nothing had happened. But I did not miss the angry scrawl the devil herself sent to me. I laughed inwardly.

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