Through Thick or Thin (Book Two)

Chapter Eighteen

Previously on Through Think or Thin

Looking around for a minute I made my decision. "Screw it..." I muttered.

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Mina Point of View

I went up to the door and began pounding while yelling her name. "Queen Alyana!"

I kept at it for two minutes until I saw the door knob turning. She opened the door in a wet robe. Her hair frazzled and her body trembling. "What do you want servant!" She hissed with a vexed look on her face.

"I was told to bring this to you," I pointed to the tray. "I have been calling for over twelve minutes now." Her face became devoid of emotion.

"Oh..." She glanced back in the room possibly at Credo. "Give it here and leave."

I took up the tray and handed it to her. "Have a good day my Queen." I bowed and began walking away.

"Servant Girl!" She called.

Glancing behind me I looked at her. "Yes Queen Alyana?"

"Is the meeting over yet?"

"No my Queen, it has just begun." I turned my back and continued on my way.

"Good." She muttered but I didn't think she knew I heard.

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Two weeks later

It had officially been one month and one week since Mark got here. I was on a high every since the library incident.

We still met in the library, whenever he was free which was most of the time. In the evenings he would follow me home. He would help me to carry water, prepare food, clean and even wash!

The first time we tried washing together we ended up soaking each other completely. He was childish when he wanted to be. Ash and my mama loved his visits.

He also bought clothes in the market so he wouldn't be recognized when here. Speaking of which the being recognized Princess and Queen were not relentless to see the Princess and Mark together.

I had not said anything to anyone about what I saw happening between Credo and the Queen. I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't want to lose my life because of saying something I shouldn't say.

On Friday I would take the tablet, modem, and phone to the castle for charging. I had told Ms. Fatima all about them and she was fascinated.

Once we watched a video on preparing foods that weren't in Saudi and Ms. Fatima really wanted to try it.

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Mark was currently laying on my lap tapping away at his phone while I ran my fingers through his hair. We were out back under the tree. "Little light?"

"Yes." I hummed while continuing to do twists in his hair.

"I want to take you somewhere tonight." I stopped moving my hand and looked into his eyes.