"Did something good happen or -" Lola singsongs, but stops as she spots my stiff self, "Err - I mean bad happen," after I throw her my are-you-serious look.
"Not particularly," I say wiping my brow with my wrist and setting the mop down. I sit in our public area living room (only reserved for palace maids). "Now tell me where you all were," I say with impatience apparent in my voice. I wanted to hit myself for forthcoming as rude, but I obviously also seemed very interested to know where everyone went off to when they left me behind.
"Oh! We are making preparations for the upcoming ball! It's absolutely splendid! That's why I came here actually, we need extra pair of hands. Are you all done cleaning the bathroom? Did Becca get you ready -"
I groan, "Do you think she would assist me? Of course not! She left me hanging with stuff in a bucket. I knew how to use most of them, but I was also nervous that I'd accidentally destroy the spotless sink top by mistake with the wrong sprays! I wish you were here instead. And good god, that staff man was insufferable! I mean" Lola was watching me with worried eyes, so I hesitated, "never mind. That's another story, in fact, too long to tell right now," I sigh wearily.
"Darn it, I should've known this would happen. No worries, I'll be there next time." Lola appeased me sincerely putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I shrugged her off gently, "anyways, an event, really? How exciting! Tell me where to be and what I shall do, and I promise you my work will be picture perfect."
"That's the spirit," she offers me a wide smile. She shifts so she could whisper to me conspiratorially, "it's a ball for the prince to meet princesses. Although none of them seem to hold an interest for him, as the rumor speaks. It's been months and the king is getting desperate."
I scoff, "why? The princesses must have the regal looks and beauty, and any man will die to have them on his arm."
"This year it's going to be a masquerade. I mean, rumor says, it was the prince's choice. I think it's just because he wants to get out of it. The king couldn't exactly say no otherwise he believes the prince may refuse. This may all turn out to be false, so I really need to check my sources."
I smile, "I know. Just how do you obtain this gossip?"
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The Lost Royal
FantasyEver since she was a baby she had on a golden necklace with the name Ally on it. When two poor villagers finds the basket with an abandoned child and then a necklace with her nickname on it, they decide to call her Aaliyah and raise her as their own...
