The Queen of England

Chapter 6 Publicity

I wake up to someone knocking on my door. Rolling over, I bury my face into my pillow and attempt to ignore it. Eventually the person gives up and leaves.

Five minutes later, the door opens. It was locked. Which means only one person can be coming to get me out of bed.

"Brittany, lass, it's time for breakfast. We have a big day today. Let's go." Cody said.

I groan. But he doesn't say another word and leaves the room. Groaning again, I fling my legs off the bed and jam my feet into a pair of slippers. Pulling a road on over my nightgown, I sweep my hair over my shoulder and walk out the door, only to realize I have no clue where the kitchen is.

But once I open the door it doesn't matter. Cody is standing in the hall, leaning on the wall with those keys in his hand.

"I figured you could use the help finding the dining room." He says, his eyes scanning down my body. I feel nervous as hell as he does it, waiting for his reaction to my pajamas. But I don't get one as he leads the way to the dining room.

I can't tell if he's dressed or wearing pajamas. He wears a pair of loose fitting pants and a t shirt, but they look too casual to be pjs. Honestly, I like him this way better than the way he was dressed when he came to get me yesterday.

I follow him into a room with a massive table in the center. The waiters and waitresses beam at me as I sit down in a chair that Cody kindly pulls out with me.

"Thank you." I say. He nods and sits beside me. I'm genuinely shocked. So shocked I barely notice when a waitress places a plate of food in front of me. I'm too busy staring at him as he pours his glass of orange juice.

"Princess?" the waitress asks.

I snap back to reality and look up. "Sorry, what?" I ask.

"Is orange juice okay?" she asks. I'm in such a daze I can't think straight.

"It's fine." I say without thinking.

"Is everything all right Princess?" Cody asks me.

I nod and look at my food. There is eggs, bacon, and some sort of biscuit on the plate with butter on it. There is a glass of orange juice next to my plate.

I hate orange juice. Way to go Brittany, I think.

I reluctantly take a sip of my orange juice and try not to make a face. But I don't seem to fool Cody. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear.

"Send it back." he says.

"What? The juice? No. I told her it was fine." I say.

"Why would you do that if you don't like it?" he asks. This is the most he's ever spoken to me at one time.

"I wasn't paying attention." I admit.

"Send it back." he repeats.

"That's rude." I say.

He scoffs and picks up the glass. "Livia, please replace this drink. The Princess is allergic to this particular brand of orange juice. Fetch her some apple juice." he says.

I am, once again, shocked by his actions. This Cody is so different than the Cody i met yesterday. Maybe he was just nervous?

I'm also shocked he know the waitress' name. Princes and princesses always seemed to just call them by their occupation. "Maid" or "waiter". But Cody didn't.

My orange juice is replaced and I thank the girl, Livia, and go on eating. That's when Cody and I are left alone. I'm only glad I'm sitting down this time, so at least I can't fall on him.