1.6 A Princess Missing (Cont)

As she approached the closed doors to the King’s hall, the two guards shifted, weapons out, and blocked her way.

“Gentlemen, please? I’ve been summoned,” she explained, but neither moved. Frowning, she took a closer look at both guards and realized she knew one of them. “Fergus. Fergus. The King has asked for me. Seriously. Don’t make me go talk to your mom in the Kitchen.” He did not acknowledge her in the slightest, causing Telly to roll her eyes. She forgot about the “conduct” of guards.

1.5 A Princess Missing (Cont.)

Princess Cinnamon and Princess Parsley tore into the room. They scrambled up Malic’s legs and clamped their fingernails and sharp bicuspids into him. He screeched and wriggled about making the two girls giggle through their clenched teeth.

Parsley and Cinnamon hung on without a problem; they had amazing jaw strength for little girls.

Malic dropped to his knees and the girls leapt off, abandoning the sinking ship. Rolling on their backs, they giggled and chattered to one another in their made-up twin language.

1.4 A Princess Missing

“Well? Have we found anything?” asked Malic, the court Jester, slinking into the room. “Or have we been wasting the day, hmmmm?”

Telly flinched at his nasally voice. Unlike most Jesters Malic was not the least bit funny. He failed miserably at humor. He was, however, very clever. Meg and Telly despised him greatly. Prince Thyme, however, refused to give Malic a second thought. He didn’t think the slick-spoken Jester was worth it. Telly tried to agree with Thyme, but something about the Jester was just so creepy, and his was a creepiness that couldn’t be ignored.

1.3 A Princess Missing (UPDATED)

“How is it possible for a Princess to go missing and no one notice? Especially… ESPECIALLY on her birthday!!!” the King bellowed from the main hall, making the chandelier shake and the wall paintings jiggle from side to side until they were completely crooked.

Telly wasn’t in the main hall, but she still heard the King loud and clear. She was a PA (Princess’s Attendant), Meg’s PA to be precise, and now she was wondering if she had the right to call herself that anymore. More like a Princessless Attendant, or even Best-Friendless Attendant. Either way, it was a no-win situation.