Chapter 9

Bethy breathes heavily. She is starting to panic as we both hear the distinct sound of a fancy heel walking down on the palace floor. Seconds after that. Marthe showed herself, an ipod on her right hand that she soon hug on her arms.

She cast a questioning look against Bethy when she saw my food that I haven't touch yet.

"Your grace, is there something wrong with your food? Do you like something else? I did my research. Those are your favorites and I specifically asks the royal chefs to prepare these dishes for you," she said. I run my eyes on the long table filled with mouth-watering food that I could never say no to even if I am on a strict diet. It's just that I am not used to eating alone.

"I am waiting for his highness to join me for breakfast. Do you think he is on his way?" I asked her. I already threw the same question to Bethy earlier but because she is just a lady-in waiting. She said she knows nothing about his highness schedules and the only one who can answer that ques