New Princess in town

Part 2: The Man at the Door

It has been two months since we got the letter and have received one a week ever since. I have only saved one of the letters to show Amanda, my best friend, who didn't exactly see as much humor in it as I did, but we still had a great conversation about it. 

The doorbell cut my thoughts short at that moment so I got up and looked though the peep hole to see a well-dressed olive-toned man. He was in a suit, with well styled hair, and a hat. "Odd," I thought, "eh, Hurricane will scare him off. Yup, that is right, just keep barking there dog."

Wow, a second ring of the doorbell, no one ever lasts long enough to ring the doorbell twice.

"Hey mom, the guy outside isn't going away. Hurricane security seems to be malfunctioning." I yelled at my mom who was working from home today.

"Mormon, sales, or Desmond?" Mom yelled back, trying to gauge what door to door annoyance is at our door.

"None of the above," I replied, when the guy tried knocking this time. Hey, at least I can say he is persistent.

"Ok, I will deal with it. Why couldn't it just be the mail," my mom said, walking from her bedroom to the front door.

I went to sit back down in the green rocking chair in the front room. The front room is my favorite... it is like a make-shift personal art studio.

-- With mom --

"Hello sir, what can I help you with." My mom asked the man after slipping past the little white fluff we call a guard dog and shutting the door.

"Are you Jenna Malem's mother, Jessica Malem?" The man asked with a kind smile that didn't reach his blue eyes.

"Yes, what do you want with my daughter, and how do you know our names?" She responded, coming in hot, rightfully so, but hot nonetheless.

"I am Sir Theodore Hudson, of the Kingdom of Bellator. I have sent many letters to explain the situation to this address, in hope to contact your daughter and family. They must have gotten lost in the mail though." He explained to her.

"No, we got the letters. We just aren't going to get scammed by you. And you will come nowhere near my daughter." Mom responded, for someone so small she tends to have a large presence. It comes in handy for me.

"Please, I have brought the facts. I would be happy to show them to you, thrilled even. Mrs. Malem, your daughter is the last chance my home has of being safe." He begged, hoping that she would let him explain.

"No," My mother sated firmly holding her stance on the mater.

"I will come every day till you let me explain. Please, my whole kingdom is resting on the hope that your daughter will rule. Otherwise the crown will be given to a man that should never have the right, the honor, the dignity, or the moral compass to rule. I refuse to give up hope. The late Queen was a dear friend and I refuse to let that monster tarnish her name. Please, I beg you to listen." He continued to beg despite, trying to show that he meant what he said.

"I told you no, we will not be scammed or tricked." Mom retorted, still not believing what he said, and protecting me with force in her voice.

"This is no scam or trick, this is real. You have royal blood." He came back with, trying to get his point across to the woman in front of him - the only woman that could change what happens to his home.

"What, wouldn't my husband be the one with royal blood?" She said with all the sass she could muster. Needing to hold the power and dominance of the conversation.

"No, Bellator is a matriarchal society. Please, if you will not listen to me just take my file that explains everything. I am very desperate, please." He handed her a large file, knowing that it didn't matter how much he came to our house, she wouldn't relent on just words alone. "If you read it, my contact information is in there, or on all the letters I sent, please."

He then left with his head hanging low, shoulders sagging in defeat. Knowing that there was a slim to none chance that she would even open that file.