Oh, what on in the world was that smell? Lillia stopped in her tracks looking around. She wasn’t far from the kitchens. Was it coming from there? It was absolutely repulsive. Lillia scrunched her nose. She tried breathing through her mouth but felt like she could taste whatever was the source of such a disgusting smell.
She rounded the corner and went down some stairs. Yes, the smell was getting stronger. She covered her nose with her hand. Down the corridor she peeked around the corner. The smell was almost overpowering now. Cook was at work making dinner.
She stepped inside. She regretfully dropped her hand, so she wouldn’t seem rude. “What are you making, Mrs. Anson?” Lillia tried to ask lightly.
Mrs. Anson looked up startled and curtsied. “Your Highness. I wasn’t expectin’ ye in the kitchen.”
Lillia waved her hand dismissively. A wave a nausea swept over her and she took several deep breathes hoping it would go away. “What are you making?”
“A beef roast, Highness.” Mrs. Anson said simply, continuing her work.
“What? That’s cannot be.” Lillia said shocked. Another wave of nausea hit her and she almost gagged. She was going to puke. She couldn’t stand the smell.
“You don’t look so good, Highness.” Cook said looking closely at Lillia. “Can I be gettin’ you somethin’?”
Lillia shook her head covering her mouth. What was wrong with her? She loved roast. Why did it smell so wrong? A third wave of nausea hit. It was too strong. Lillia looked around and spotted an empty water pitcher.
She seized it and puked. She heard Cook exclaim by the sudden turn of events. “I’m sorry” She whispered. She stood upright, smoothing her dress. She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Oh honey, let me make you some ginger tea!” Cook said, taking the water pitcher and putting it outside.
“I would appreciate that. Would you send it up? I’m going to go lie down.” Lillia said as she left the kitchens with the horrible smelling roast.
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The far too respectful constable led Drayce and Caelum back to the records room and turned before they so much had the opportunity to cross the threshold.
“What records are ye be needin’?” He asked them.
“All the witness accounts, names, and observations of unconvicted homicides in the past four months.” Drayce replied, noticing Caelum as well as the Constable look at him in surprise. He chuckled. “I guess it isn’t everyday a Prince comes in looking for murder reports.”
The Constable laughed louder than he should have. “Very clever Highness.” Drayce’s opinion of the man lowered several levels at that comment. “However, those are locked up and not for the public eye.”
“Am I the public?” Drayce asked curtly, trying to act the part of a Prince.
“No, your Majesty, I have orders…I can’t…” The Constable stuttered.
Drayce suddenly felt bad. He probably seemed shifty demanding such accounts and asking the man to defy his orders. “Can I talk to who’s in charge?”
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Dawn of Arcane Destiny
FantasíaLillia Leroux and Drayce Shalddwell find their destinys and fates unexpectedly intertwined when they're forced into a political marriage. Drayce is to become King, however he has secrets that he knows could get him executed if anyone knew. Lillia, w...
