Royal Pain in the Ass

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Authors: Heather Trudy
. . . terms that Americans use so freely. ”
    “ Like what? ”
    “ Cursing, my dear, ” Millie interjected.   “ Your foul mouth is embarrassing.   A proper lady doesn ’ t behave in such a way.   That mouth of yours could make a sailor blush. ”
    I stared straight at her.   “ Oh, you haven ’ t heard anything yet, should I call you Mum? ”
    Millie tensed.   “I ’ ve already told you what to call - ”
    “ That ’ s a marvelous idea, ” James beamed.   “I ’ m glad you two are getting acquainted.   Now I have a meeting to attend.   You ladies should continue chatting.   Good evening. ”  James stood and hurried out.                                                                                
    “ So, what ’ s for dinner?” I asked, choosing a seat.   “ It looks delicious. ” I smiled.
    I started fixing myself a plate and dug in while everyone else stared at me.   I think I might just enjoy being here for a while.
    I listened to Carolynn ’ s suggestions, most of which I shot down, and watched as Millie and Angelica tried to ignore me and pretend I wasn ’ t there.   In these instances, I would feel the need to make my presence know.
    “ Mum, darling, would you pass the salt? ” I smiled, just as sweet as pie.   It would be rude for her to ignore me in front of Carolynn.   Millie just didn ’ t seem the type to let the world see her snakelike side.
    Millie gave me a flat look and harshly handed it to me.
    “You ’ re the best, Mum. ” I smiled, I knew the grin was cheeky, but I couldn ’ t help myself.   I personally had a lovely dinner.   Millie and Angelica didn ’ t seem very hungry.   I talked with Carolynn for a while after they left, and she seemed like a nice lady.   I really felt bad that she thought she could change me.   Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was up against.   I told Carolynn goodnight and managed to find my way back to my room, all by myself.
    “ You deserve a cookie, ” came a familiar voice I couldn ’ t place.   I turned to see Gwen.  
    “Hey!” I smiled.   She actually had a cookie for me.   “ Chocolate chip!   I love chocolate chip cookies.   Oh my god, and it ’ s still warm.   Have I told you you ’ re amazing? ” I asked around a mouthful of cookie.
    “ No, but you ’ re welcome to.   I figured I ’ d make sure you got here okay, and cookies just make everything better. ” Gwen shrugged.   “ So I talked to Ben today. ”
    “He seemed pretty cool,”
    “ Yeah, he can be, ” Gwen smiled, a far off look in her eye.   I cocked my head to the side.   “ Are you two? ”
    Gwen ’ s smiled widened as she nodded.   “Yeah,”
    “He ’ s your boyfriend? ”
    Gwen shot me a look of disgust.   “Ew, no, he ’ s my brother. ”
    “Oh, I ’ m sorry.”
    “ No problem, ” Gwen laughed.   “ I have to get started on my chores.   Good luck tomorrow.  Word on the grounds is that we have some very important guests coming.   It ’ s going to be an early morning.   Get some sleep if you can. ”  Gwen sauntered off and I went into my room.   I changed into my bedclothes and managed to fall asleep almost instantly.
    The next thing I knew, Laurel was gently shaking me awake.  
    “Dude?”  I looked around.   “ What time is it? ”
    “ Time to wake up. ” Laurel smiled.   “ We have some very important guests coming. ”
    “ Who the hell is so important? ”
    “ The R oyal F amily” Laurel replied flatly.
    “ No, really, ”
    “ Really. ”
    I sat up.   “ Why is the royal family coming here? ”
    “ Because the queen is visiting her baby brother. ”
    “ James is the queen ’ s baby brother? ”
    “ Master Eastgate is, yes. ”
    “ Hmm, so my aunt is the queen? ”
    “ My, you are a fast study, ” Laurel laughed.
    “ Well, what does one wear to meet a queen? ”
    “ Do you have nice clothes? ”
    I shrugged.  
    Laurel covered her face

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