White Roses a.b

chapter 5

The new court joker was all anyone would talk about. Even the dancing went forgotten as the guests realized that the paper notes covering the floor contained more than just hearts – some had black diamonds, red spades, white clubs. Some, the shadow-profile of a raven. Others: a crown, a scepter, a three-pointed joker's cap. Some guests made a game of collecting as many of the different designs as they could, hunting for shapes they might have missed.

The gigglemug King was jollier than Ash had ever seen him. Even halfway across the ballroom she could hear his pitched voice demanding that his guests confirm that, yes indeed, it was the most astounding entertainment they'd ever known.

Ashley's stomach growled, vibrating through the boning of her corset. She'd been so enchanted with the Joker's performance, she'd forgotten all about her gown's constrictions and her deepening hunger. She tried to be inconspicuous as she squirmed inside the dress, adjusting herself in the tight bodice, and sneaked towards the feasting table. She spotted Mary Ann laying out a plate of truffles, standing out from the other maids with her beanstalk height and the straw-colored hair that had slipped from the edges of her bonnet.

Perking up when she spotted Ashley, Mary Ann lowered her head and tugged at one corner of the tablecloth as if to straighten it. 'What did you think of the performance?' she whispered.

Ash's fingers fluttered yearningly over the platters of food. 'I thought court jokers only told bawdy jokes and made wisecracks about the King.'

'It makes me wonder what else he might have up that slee—er, hat of his.' Mary Ann swept a tray off the table and curtsied. 'Truffle, milady?'

'You know I can't.'

'Just pretend to be considering it so I can stand here a while longer. The royal servants keep trying to coerce us attendants to bring out more food, and if I have to go back down to that kitchen I'm sure to melt. Besides, there's plenty food out already when taking into account the number of guests here tonight and the rate at which it's being consumed, and they don't need any more no matter what they say. Right awful waste it'd be.'

Ashley steepled her fingers. 'Are those caramels?'

'I think so.'

'How do you think chocolate caramels would be with a touch of sea salt on top?'

Mary Ann stuck out her tongue in disgust. 'Why not throw in a dash of pepper while you're at it?'

'Just a thought.' Ashley gnawed on her lower lip, eyeing the chocolates. Yes, sea salt, whatever Mary Ann might think. The pantry at Rock Turtle Cove was always well stocked with it, being so close to the shore, and once, being in an experimental mood, Ash had sprinkled a bit into her hot cocoa and found it surprisingly pleasant. It was just the thing for these truffles. A bit of saltiness to brighten the sweetness, a bit of crunch to reflect on the smooth caramel . . . why, she could make a salted caramel chocolate torte. It could be one of the bakery's signature treats!

Her stomach rumbled.

'Ash?'

'Hm?'

'You look as though you're about to start drooling, and I would hate for you to stain that dress.'

She groaned. 'I can't help it. I'm so hungry.' She wrapped her arms around her stomach as another growl rumbled through the velvet.

Mary Ann's brows creased briefly with sympathy, but then her face brightened. 'That dress must have been a smart choice all the same. You danced top couple with the King!'

Ash bit back another, deeper groan. No doubt her complaints of having to dance with the King were nothing compared to carrying heavy food-laden trays through a sweltering kitchen.