Please go to my "Royal" studio to read part 1 before reading part 2! Yes. I would. So let them put up wanted posters! So let them try to find me! I won’t care. I’ll be in disguise. They will never know it’s me. I gave up searching for the maiden with the hazel eyes. “I’ll come back,” I murmured. The rooms I entered were dark and drafty. I scanned the tables and ironing boards until I found what I wanted. A servant’s garb. It was a little dusty and unused, but comfortable enough. And it fit to a tea. Wandering the halls in my new outfit, I came across a door that was unlocked. I entered, not knowing what (or who) I would find inside. There she was. Sitting in her measly wooden chair, gingerly brushing her shining brown hair. I stared. She stared back. She looked at me expectantly. We said nothing for a while. Just staring at each other. Finally, she spoke up. “Sorry.” She said quietly. I stood dumbfounded. What was she sorry for? I guess I haven’t had any experience with the words “I’m sorry” before, so I guess it was in place for mine. “It’s okay,” I muttered. “Well, since you’re in here, I might as well ask. What’s your name?” No one had ever asked me that before. They all knew who I was. Maybe she didn’t. Oh, the disguise! “I’m- I’m uhh…” I searched for a name not my own as I fiddled with the gold ring embellished with my initials (VO) around my finger. “Elbert.” I randomly chose my cousin’s (the duke of the Tistan Empire) name. “Elbert…” She wanted a surname too. “Um…” My mind was racing now. She wanted to get to know me! “Javernick. Elbert Javernick.” Whew! “Nice to meet you, Mr. Javernick. I am Hana Piquery.” “Please, I am no mister. You can just call me Bert if you’d like.” What am I saying?!?! I’ve only just met her, and already I’m giving her a nickname to call me! It’s not even my real name!!! “Okay. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, Miss Piquery. Or is it mistress?” I trembled inside at her answer. She hesitated and then laughed. It was a delightful laugh. Not a mean note to it. I chuckled nervously too. “No, it’s just ‘miss.’ You can call me Hana if you’d like.”
Read ^ first! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I was relieved! “Thank you, Ms. Piquery.” I was too nervous to call her Hana. “Thank you, Hana.” She corrected, then laughed again. A bell rang loud and clear. What time was it? I have to get into my old clothes and back to class! “There’s the breakfast bell. We’d better get back to work.” “Um… What kind of… (ahem) work?” “Oh. New here. Clueless look. Of course! I’ll show you around after breakfast.” I already knew my way around, but I dared not give her any reason to be suspicious, so went along with her to the eating quarters. “How long have you been here?” She shrugged. “A few weeks.” “Not that long, huh?” “You get used to it.” Her smile fell for an instant, then came right back. “We’d better hurry, or we’ll miss it!” The bell had rung again. Louder this time. We rushed to the eating quarters for a quick bite before heading off to work. She showed me around the school (despite my protests about figuring it out myself) then showed me the schedule. She was surprised that my name wasn’t on the lists yet, so I explained that I was only just accepted to the job and they hadn’t had time to show me around and put me on the list. Hana directed me to the Head Maid, a lass named Zarola Stewart, who was not a year older than me, who got me signed up on the list. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next Chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/473102249/ Thank you for reading the 3rd chapter! It took a while, but I finally got it out! Woohoo! D. W. B. H! -OreoTurtleBear See credits on the first part! Thank you, ʀᴀᴘ for helping me with my writer's block!
