1: A Charming Introduction

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Flushing, she replied, "I fail to see what you mean."

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Have you had professional training? Even my father has yet to reach your level of mass amounts of control and precision."

She seemed to work harder, "I find it difficult to believe that my skills are anywhere near that of the King's."

"You're quite right," agreed Fitz, "you're far above him."

"That is not the sort of talk you should go spreading around, your majesty."

"Pray, may I ask why that is so?"

"I have a family to take care of, your majesty."

Fitz's eyebrows shot up in surprise, he hadn't realized she was married, nor that she was a mother, "I wasn't aware that you were married, my apologizes, how long?"

"I am not married, sir," her cheeks were a blazing red now, "I live with my three triplet younger siblings and my brother Dex, who is a year younger than me, but he is off at war right now."

"Oh, I see. You all must miss him terribly," Fitz didn't know what else to say.

"Yes, sir. Very much so, sir."

"How are the triplets? Bex, Lex, and Rex if I'm not mistaken?"

She laughed softly, "Trouble, as always. They're notorious, aren't they?"

"I heard they made a fort out of straw in the children's nursery while the nanny was sleeping."

Sophie shook her head disapprovingly, "Such trouble. They got a timeout after that, and were supposed to clean it all up afterwards, but I ended up doing it for them."

"Pardon me when suggesting that letting them do it themselves would have built character?"

"Oh, I tried, your highness, but they just shoved it under the carpet just before the nanny came back. I had to send it back to the stables with telekinesis before she walked in!"

They both laughed, and silence draped over them like a blanket until he asked, "Did you ever manifest?"

Sophie went a tad stiff so that her motions suddenly became more mechanic, "Yes, sir."

"Well? Are you going to leave me in suspense?" he chuckled slightly and saw that she was nervous to tell him, "Even a guster isn't too bad, must come in handy with laundry for sure, and practical jokes. Two very important staples here in Evertalia."

"I'm a telepath, sir," her words made Fitz drop his mop in excitement, making her jump slightly.

"A telepath? That's wonderful! I'm one too, you know. Have you been mentored?"

"I have been a handmaid since I was thirteen, sir," Sophie replied, implying that she hadn't had any proper training, her nerves coming through in her voice at last.

"Well if you're so good at telekinesis, then you must be skilled in telepathy as well, though I find it hard to believe you haven't had any training." When she didn't say anything to that, he had an idea, "Try and read my mind."

It was Sophie's turn to drop her cleaning tool, "What?!"

"Try and read my mind," he said again, and set the mop aside, as the last wet part of the floor was now dry, then stood in front of the door. "I insist, please, I refuse to allow for you to leave this room until you have demonstrated your telepathic skill."

Sophie took a breath, "If you aim is to mock me, sir-"

He quickly cut her off, "No, no, no! Not at all! I'm just simply curious, that is all. You have blown me away with your telekinetic skill, and I wish for nothing more than for you to indulge me in the knowledge of your telepathic power as well."

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