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quarters, towards east of
this palace complex. We hope and trust my sister would accept this invitation
and grace us with her august presence."
He
paused the royal pause. Then:
"Please
visit us anytime convenient to you, since we're here for the whole of next
week. All you do is send me a message – on royal stationery, if you please –
about your arrival."
Addie
was a statue. She never expected this to turn out this way. And she certainly
never meant to dishonor the prince's intended visit; she just wanted some time
to get accustomed to the royal ways around the palace. But now it had
transformed into something lethal.
"We
hope by then our princess will be in the pink of health," continued
Kenrick.
"Failing
which we'll be forced to employ the services of the Chief Royal Physician.
Good-bye, Princess Adelaide."
Chapter Fifteen
For
the next five minutes after Prince Kenrick had left, there was silence in the
chamber. The two young women in the room could very well have been statues.
"Well?"
It
was Mrs. Bradford, who had walked in from the anteroom. Neither of the girls
had heard her come; it seemed the ever-gentle Mrs. Bradford was light with her
footsteps as well.
Addie
looked at Cate. Cate looked at Addie. Neither of them spoke. What was there to say?
"Now
the matter is getting serious, my child," informed the governess.
"I
never expected Prince Kenrick to arrive in your chambers on receipt of your
note. That was most unusual of him."
A LOT of unusual things
are about to happen ,
said Addie to herself, as if foreshadowing a future she never dreamed possible.
"What
if I refuse to go, Mrs. Bradford?" the girl asked.
"Is
that also a breach of protocol?"
"My
dear!" Mrs. Bradford let out a shocked exclamation.
"No
one disobeys Prince Kenrick! He's the future king of this country, after
all."
There
was silence again. Cate exchanged a quick glance with the old woman.
"Anyway,
it's next week," offered Cate, injecting excitement into her voice.
"That's
far away, so let's not worry about it now!"
She
got up and sat next to Addie.
"Remember
we have our Annual Day before that!"
"Oh
yeah," Addie seemed to brighten up.
"That's
going to be fun."
"And
what about your poetry recital?"
"Good
Lord!" Addie bit her tongue.
"I
completely blanked out on that."
"Addie,
you've not a moment to waste," Cate added quickly.
"The
big day is on Wednesday."
"Yes,"
Addie fell into brooding.
"And
I've got no time to waste, either," announced Cate, getting up.
Addie
looked at the heritage clock at the far end of the room. It was a quarter past
six.
"Any
more delay and the tube will be crowded."
"Cate,"
said Addie, almost berating her.
"Whoever
said you're taking the tube?"
"Oops,
I forgot. That's not how things operate around here…"
Cate
looked at the governess.
"Mrs.
Bradford."
"Yes,
my dear."
She
went towards the house telephone.
*****
That
evening, Addie was disturbed.
The
looming visit to meet Prince Kenrick was on her mind, of course; and with that,
her impending poetry reading at the university's Annual Day. The first one was
a kicker; the second one she could manage. But both together were creating a
mini storm inside her head.
She
spent an agonizing half hour struggling with these two issues. Then she saw her
kind friend walking by.
"Mrs.
Bradford!" she called her.
"Yes,
my child?"
The
old lady came and stood near her.
"Why
don't you sit, Mrs. Bradford?" Addie requested.
"Oh
no, sweetheart. I'm quite fine just standing here."
"Mrs.
Bradford. Beverly. You're older than
my mother. And you want me to sit while you keep standing? No way."
She
pulled on the governess's hand and made her sit in the
this palace complex. We hope and trust my sister would accept this invitation
and grace us with her august presence."
He
paused the royal pause. Then:
"Please
visit us anytime convenient to you, since we're here for the whole of next
week. All you do is send me a message – on royal stationery, if you please –
about your arrival."
Addie
was a statue. She never expected this to turn out this way. And she certainly
never meant to dishonor the prince's intended visit; she just wanted some time
to get accustomed to the royal ways around the palace. But now it had
transformed into something lethal.
"We
hope by then our princess will be in the pink of health," continued
Kenrick.
"Failing
which we'll be forced to employ the services of the Chief Royal Physician.
Good-bye, Princess Adelaide."
Chapter Fifteen
For
the next five minutes after Prince Kenrick had left, there was silence in the
chamber. The two young women in the room could very well have been statues.
"Well?"
It
was Mrs. Bradford, who had walked in from the anteroom. Neither of the girls
had heard her come; it seemed the ever-gentle Mrs. Bradford was light with her
footsteps as well.
Addie
looked at Cate. Cate looked at Addie. Neither of them spoke. What was there to say?
"Now
the matter is getting serious, my child," informed the governess.
"I
never expected Prince Kenrick to arrive in your chambers on receipt of your
note. That was most unusual of him."
A LOT of unusual things
are about to happen ,
said Addie to herself, as if foreshadowing a future she never dreamed possible.
"What
if I refuse to go, Mrs. Bradford?" the girl asked.
"Is
that also a breach of protocol?"
"My
dear!" Mrs. Bradford let out a shocked exclamation.
"No
one disobeys Prince Kenrick! He's the future king of this country, after
all."
There
was silence again. Cate exchanged a quick glance with the old woman.
"Anyway,
it's next week," offered Cate, injecting excitement into her voice.
"That's
far away, so let's not worry about it now!"
She
got up and sat next to Addie.
"Remember
we have our Annual Day before that!"
"Oh
yeah," Addie seemed to brighten up.
"That's
going to be fun."
"And
what about your poetry recital?"
"Good
Lord!" Addie bit her tongue.
"I
completely blanked out on that."
"Addie,
you've not a moment to waste," Cate added quickly.
"The
big day is on Wednesday."
"Yes,"
Addie fell into brooding.
"And
I've got no time to waste, either," announced Cate, getting up.
Addie
looked at the heritage clock at the far end of the room. It was a quarter past
six.
"Any
more delay and the tube will be crowded."
"Cate,"
said Addie, almost berating her.
"Whoever
said you're taking the tube?"
"Oops,
I forgot. That's not how things operate around here…"
Cate
looked at the governess.
"Mrs.
Bradford."
"Yes,
my dear."
She
went towards the house telephone.
*****
That
evening, Addie was disturbed.
The
looming visit to meet Prince Kenrick was on her mind, of course; and with that,
her impending poetry reading at the university's Annual Day. The first one was
a kicker; the second one she could manage. But both together were creating a
mini storm inside her head.
She
spent an agonizing half hour struggling with these two issues. Then she saw her
kind friend walking by.
"Mrs.
Bradford!" she called her.
"Yes,
my child?"
The
old lady came and stood near her.
"Why
don't you sit, Mrs. Bradford?" Addie requested.
"Oh
no, sweetheart. I'm quite fine just standing here."
"Mrs.
Bradford. Beverly. You're older than
my mother. And you want me to sit while you keep standing? No way."
She
pulled on the governess's hand and made her sit in the
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