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hellos with each other.
No
one spoke. Mrs. Bradford, who was dutifully standing in a shadow, slipped away.
She did not want to witness whatever was going to happen there.
"Please
sit, Mr. Longfellow," instructed Kenrick.
Pat
sat at this.
"Our
princess is indisposed and could not be expected to remember her
hospitality."
The
prince looked around the room, his eyes settling on Cate.
"Ah,
who do we have here? An intimate associate of yours , I suppose? Am I right or am I right, Princess
Adelaide?"
"Er,
I'm sorry, yeah, please be comfortable," she responded hesitantly, to the
earlier complaint of the prince.
"Yes,
this is my friend Cate, Catherine Furlough. Miss Catherine Furlough."
"Pleased
to meet you, Your Royal Highness," provided Cate, as was taught to her.
Kenrick
didn't bother to respond. He was studying Addie with his patented microscopic
vision.
Not bad , he said to himself.
Not bad at all.
That
evening of the ceremony, amidst the crowds, he wasn't able to gauge her
appropriately. This here was a surprise packet. So, we'll see , he said to himself.
"As
you can observe, Mr. Longfellow," his baritone boomed in the room.
"My
stepsister is still highly indisposed – we feel the need to summon the royal
physician at once."
"Oh
no!" came quickly from Addie.
"I
mean, Your Royal Highness, I… I'm fine now. My headache… I had a severe
headache… it's gone. Yeah, completely."
"Oh?"
he replied, looking at Pat.
"We
didn't expect it to go so soon, did we, Mr. Longfellow?"
Pat
just looked from him to Addie and back. In between, he stole a glance at Cate.
To him, it seemed he had seen her somewhere. He could not place where, though.
"In
that case," Kenrick got up, gathering all his dignity.
"Our
business here is over. We do not need to delay any more, do we, Mr.
Longfellow?"
Pat
merely looked at him. He knew that any reply from him was not expected in the
least. He was just an appendage to this enactment of drama. A sidekick.
The
prince was now up, ostensibly surveying the room.
"Our
princess may have forgotten her courtesies, but we haven't," he said with
a kind of calm arrogance, looking Addie straight in the eye.
"We
trust everything is to your satisfaction here, Princess Adelaide?"
"Oh
yeah… I mean yes, Your Royal Highness."
"And
we hope you have all that you need, including stewardesses and servants to
attend to your every desire."
"Yes,
Your Royal Highness."
"We
know that these things take some time getting used to. Especially when you come
from your kind of background."
Suddenly
there was a heavy silence in the room. Addie, who had been too courteous till
now, felt no need to continue that way. But she kept her cool. It was her
mother's reputation at stake, not hers.
"We
would appreciate an answer," came the prince's voice again.
The royals just do not
let things be ,
thought Adelaide.
She
took a deep breath.
"Your
Royal Highness," she said, not a quiver in her voice.
"I
have everything that I need here, thank you. And if I need something, I'll send
you a letter on royal stationery."
Kenrick
could not believe his ears. Was someone really saying this to him – a commoner to boot – or was he dreaming?
Surely, he could not countenance such insulting behavior. He turned towards
Addie, his eyes sharp and spewing steam.
"Thank
you," he said, suddenly changing his demeanor.
"We
appreciate it. After all, we're here to take care of you, or we would be failing
in our duties."
With
that quicksilver change, he took an about-turn towards the door. His coming
down must have made an impression – exactly the kind he wanted. Pat got up and
joined Kenrick.
"But
before we go," he turned back, training his sights on Addie again.
"We
invite my stepsister Princess Adelaide to our humble
No
one spoke. Mrs. Bradford, who was dutifully standing in a shadow, slipped away.
She did not want to witness whatever was going to happen there.
"Please
sit, Mr. Longfellow," instructed Kenrick.
Pat
sat at this.
"Our
princess is indisposed and could not be expected to remember her
hospitality."
The
prince looked around the room, his eyes settling on Cate.
"Ah,
who do we have here? An intimate associate of yours , I suppose? Am I right or am I right, Princess
Adelaide?"
"Er,
I'm sorry, yeah, please be comfortable," she responded hesitantly, to the
earlier complaint of the prince.
"Yes,
this is my friend Cate, Catherine Furlough. Miss Catherine Furlough."
"Pleased
to meet you, Your Royal Highness," provided Cate, as was taught to her.
Kenrick
didn't bother to respond. He was studying Addie with his patented microscopic
vision.
Not bad , he said to himself.
Not bad at all.
That
evening of the ceremony, amidst the crowds, he wasn't able to gauge her
appropriately. This here was a surprise packet. So, we'll see , he said to himself.
"As
you can observe, Mr. Longfellow," his baritone boomed in the room.
"My
stepsister is still highly indisposed – we feel the need to summon the royal
physician at once."
"Oh
no!" came quickly from Addie.
"I
mean, Your Royal Highness, I… I'm fine now. My headache… I had a severe
headache… it's gone. Yeah, completely."
"Oh?"
he replied, looking at Pat.
"We
didn't expect it to go so soon, did we, Mr. Longfellow?"
Pat
just looked from him to Addie and back. In between, he stole a glance at Cate.
To him, it seemed he had seen her somewhere. He could not place where, though.
"In
that case," Kenrick got up, gathering all his dignity.
"Our
business here is over. We do not need to delay any more, do we, Mr.
Longfellow?"
Pat
merely looked at him. He knew that any reply from him was not expected in the
least. He was just an appendage to this enactment of drama. A sidekick.
The
prince was now up, ostensibly surveying the room.
"Our
princess may have forgotten her courtesies, but we haven't," he said with
a kind of calm arrogance, looking Addie straight in the eye.
"We
trust everything is to your satisfaction here, Princess Adelaide?"
"Oh
yeah… I mean yes, Your Royal Highness."
"And
we hope you have all that you need, including stewardesses and servants to
attend to your every desire."
"Yes,
Your Royal Highness."
"We
know that these things take some time getting used to. Especially when you come
from your kind of background."
Suddenly
there was a heavy silence in the room. Addie, who had been too courteous till
now, felt no need to continue that way. But she kept her cool. It was her
mother's reputation at stake, not hers.
"We
would appreciate an answer," came the prince's voice again.
The royals just do not
let things be ,
thought Adelaide.
She
took a deep breath.
"Your
Royal Highness," she said, not a quiver in her voice.
"I
have everything that I need here, thank you. And if I need something, I'll send
you a letter on royal stationery."
Kenrick
could not believe his ears. Was someone really saying this to him – a commoner to boot – or was he dreaming?
Surely, he could not countenance such insulting behavior. He turned towards
Addie, his eyes sharp and spewing steam.
"Thank
you," he said, suddenly changing his demeanor.
"We
appreciate it. After all, we're here to take care of you, or we would be failing
in our duties."
With
that quicksilver change, he took an about-turn towards the door. His coming
down must have made an impression – exactly the kind he wanted. Pat got up and
joined Kenrick.
"But
before we go," he turned back, training his sights on Addie again.
"We
invite my stepsister Princess Adelaide to our humble
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