The Lady And The Tramp

Prologue

Sometimes it feels like an hour.

"COME ON, YOU OAF! GET WORKING!"

Scratch that. It feels like a day.

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BURN THE DAMN COW! START OVER AGAIN!"

Scratch that again... it feels like an eternity.

All those 'inspiring words' were probably just when old 'Tan is feeling good. His usual self was much more engaged with his workers in the kitchens. Sometimes, if you've just been spending some time in the Two Face Inn and won yourself a chunk of gold for the day, you'd see him throw a barrage of objects toward his target, which is usually an unsuspecting cook who had been burning his meat.

Well... At least it's bad until it's good.

"Come on, Nathan. These workers are already nervous when you're breathing down that poor soul's neck." A voice calls out from the kitchen entrance. "I think you should be a bit more, uh... lenient to these people."

If there's one person - or two, for that matter - that could calm Nathan Roswell, it has to be the Princess or the King presiding over the crowded kitchen. Both used vastly different words and methods, but Nathan always shuts up.

Yeah. The bastard always shuts up.

Nathan scowls and nods at the Princess grimly, walking away from the scene before uttering a few words. "Get back to work," he said, with a much grumpier tone. You can see that he doesn't like being at the bottom of the command chain.

The Princess nods in return and beamed at the workers. "Please continue. I'd be delighted to see what you created today!" And with that, the Princess leaves the kitchen alone. The rest of the workers sigh in relief; one person even shouted "Thank the gods for Princess Ethelyn!" as loud as a moose's call as the rest cheered him over and over again before returning back to their station.

While most of the men is still cheering, one person left his station and went outside the kitchen. Who? It's none other than the Princess's true reason of her arrival.

Her best friend in all of the Realms.