Royal

Crowns

I sit nervously in my room and wait for a servant to come tell me that dinner is ready. I fiddle with the shirt hem pulling on it slightly this outfit had definitely got Peters attention but I debate taking it off and changing into something more. Well more tame.

Of course I want to get a bit of a rise out of him. The thing is am I trying to get him to like me as a friend or lust over me? Would I really mind if it was the latter? Not at all.

A knock sounds on the door making me jump out of my thoughts. Brendon pokes his head in the door.

"Dinner is served sweet checks better get down there. I know Petey boy wants to see you." I stand and push Brendon away and walk down the hall. "You work those hips you sassy minx."

"Brendon manners!" I yell back down the hallway making my way to the dining room.

I walk in and take a seat at the head of the table I play with the silverware and wait. Suddenly Peter walks out with a steaming plate of food. I feel my mouth water and I smile when Peter's eyes meet mine.

He fumbles slightly and sets the plate down with a loud clank and goes to walk away.

"Wait!" I call and then mentally scold myself. He turns and looks at me and I have no idea what I was going to say he crooks an eyebrow and I want to punch myself in the face. "Do you un want to join me?" I ask dumbly and I see Peter look very conflicted.

"I can't your majesty. Its not proper." I nod and feel a pout cross my face as he leaves the room. I try not to feel sad as I eat the meal alone at the table meant for nearly twenty other people. Then I hear someone arguing I try to strain and hear it but all I can make out is the general noise of people talking.

I jump slightly when Peter is pushed from the kitchen door holding another plate of food. My eyes flicker toward the door and right before it swings closed I see Brendons grinning face.

Peter slowly walks toward the table and places the plate down. He pulls out a chair and grimces as it scrapes across the floor. I smile brightly as he finally takes a seat and pulls up to the table. He picks up his fork and takes a bite of the mashed potatkes slowly.

"You dont have to use your manners around me dig in." He glances at me and then back to the food on his plate and takes the whole slice of chicken and pops it in his mouth chewing loudly.

I watch him almost in awe. My whole life no one ever has done that in front of me its mesmerizing. He continues to shovel the food in his mouth and I laugh he stops and swallows thickly. I try not to watch his throat as he swallows.

He smiles shyly and pushes the food around his plate with his fork. " Tell me about yourself Peter." I say propping my elbow on the table and my chin on my hand. He clears his throat and looks down at the table.

"Well your highness there isn't much to tell." I frown slightly as he looks sadly at his peas.

"Well what is your biggest desire?" I ask boldly and Peter shifts uncomfortably. I really need to learn how to talk to people.

"Well I always wanted to sail. In boats that is I always enjoyed the water." I smile and think about the closest boat crafter. We have trading ships of course that sail out from the closest port we could always travel with them.

"That is a wonderful enjoyment. I have always enjoyed the outdoors myself. Esspecially the tree on the hill in the garden it had quite the veiw." When I say this I see Peter's cheeks heat up. Perhaps those tips from Brendon paid off.

"Would you like to come on a walk with me in the garden?" I ask and Peter nods quickly.

"I would enjoy that." He says smiling an almost genuine smile. I hope one day to turn that smile full voltage and see his face when he is truely happy.

"Sounds delightful. Now if you will excuse me I have a matter to attend I will come and find you later for that walk." I say whilst pushing away from the table. I feel Peter's eyes upon me as I walk away. If only I had something to drop that would get his attention well at least that is what Brendon had said.

Before I slip out of the door I wave to Peter and he waves back. I run up to my room and flop on my bed smiling. Soon the door opens again and Brendon runs in and belly flops on top of me.

"You flirtatious devil." He chuckles and I laugh and push him off.

"I do not flirt I am terrible at it." I laugh and Brendon just gives me a long 'mmmhhmmmm sure' look.

I push his shoulder playfully and he smiles. "So what will you be wearing for this walk in the garden?" He says rolling off the bed and walking to the closet.

"How do you know we are going for a walk?" I ask. Brendon smiles and plucks something off the hanger and turns to me.

"Don't pretend you didnt know that I was listening the whole time. Honestly who do you think I am?" I just shake my head as he throws more items onto the bed.