"Lyn, it isn't right!"
Lyn was in the servants quarters, discussing the news with her husband. She figured he wouldn't take it so well, and he didn't.
"Callum, I don't know what else to do...it's potentially dangerous."
"For whom?" He shot back. They were forcefully whispering, praying no one could hear their conversation. "For the King and his precious princess? I promise you she is safe in this palace!" He spoke as he pointed a finger in the Princess's general direction.
"I don't like it, either, but there is another worry of the King's..." She swallowed. "Worst case scenario, a spy could already be among us. The King didn't count on that when giving me such a high honor of helping choose a Queen. The influence I carry now is what places us in danger."
She held his hands, trying to help him understand. Looking into his wife's deep, earnest eyes was all he needed to see she was right. They were in possible danger. He exhaled, slumping a little bit. He moved his hands up from hers, bracing her arms.
"Okay," He composed himself. "What do we need to do?"
"I don't know yet. The King has doubled the guards around us. We will have to wait and see."
"Lyn...we are only servants. I hope we can trust the King to protect us, too." He said as he plopped down on the cot.
Lyn bowed her head. She knew Callum was right. The only reason she had received protection was because she was still taking care of Princess Snow. Lyn suddenly looked up, a determined look in her eye.
"We will see..."
"What are you planning? Don't get us jailed, or in stocks, Lyn." Callum said convictingly.
"I know my place, Callum, and I know my rights."
"As a servant...?" His tone and look towards her was mocking. Surely, she must know how foolish her statement was.
She kneeled down before him, taking his hands in hers. "I will fight for our son! Yes, there is much at stake, but I must try for you, and for baby Ezra! I hold favor with the King. I must try and reason with him, if possible."
Callum relented, seeing such passion in his wife's eyes.
"...And, this is why I love you." He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "But, don't make any hasty remarks towards the King, favor or not."
She gave half a mischievous smile, and he took her face in his hands, kissing her strongly. "I love you," Callum breathed.
"I love you so much." She stroked his hair before composing herself, rising to her feet. "I better return to Princess Snow, my Dear. You know, despite everything...she is still important to me." She spoke, shrugging.
His earnest look said that he knew, and they shared a loving smile before exiting the servants quarters.
Marian sat, perched on the edge of her bed, hunched over with a bawled up handkerchief in her hand. An unexpected knock came at her door, and she prayed it wasn't Selina. She couldn't let her see her this way. She also couldn't stand the thought of it possibly being Myra. Cheerfulness was not what she wanted right now.
"Come in," she hesitated saying. Surprised, it was Aldo coming through the door.
"Aldo," she spoke, sitting a little straighter. She couldn't hide the fact she had been crying.
"Marian," He noticed her face, but didn't bother to mention it. "Are you alright? That was a nasty little moment, earlier."
Usually defensive, Marian put up no type of fight. Her chest collapsed, and she wiped her nose with her hanky.
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The Undignified PrincessFantasy
In the Kingdom of Crestonia, their lives a fair Princess, named Snow. She is the first female heir among three sons. There is no law that states the throne is inherited by the oldest. It is up to the King himself or a Mage to help select the next he...