Chapter 3: Truth.

"Dont say that Barthie." Maxon said watching his brother pace back and forth. "Maxon, it's true." As he said that a gorgeous servant came into the room and said "Evening Your Grace, Mi'Lord". She said in a sweet, warm voice. She bowed her head. Maxon and Barthie looked at each other. Trying to communicate with their eyes, they looked like they had something in their eyes as a matter a fact. She asked "Is everything okay? shall I go get the nurse?" Barthie whirled his head around and said with a calm but impatient voice, "Give Us A Second Will You Peasant." Maxon looked at him like he just stabbed her. "I- Yes your grace" she was about to say something smart. But knew it would probably cost her job. Maxon hit his brother on the arm and silently yelled "Apologize!!" "Now!". Knowing that that money would slip right out of their hands if he didnt. Everyone knew Barthie as the guy who was overstressed about nothing and always messes up with introductions. He walked over to her and apologized briefly before asking her name. " Mickelson, Emilee Mickelson." Maxon smiled. "She says her name like shes in a movie, I like her." She replies with "Love the suspense" She said in her actual voice which made her sound like a biker. Barthie interjected "Okay. Okay. Miss, could we sponsor you?" "Sure" Maxon looked at her in surprise. "Really?" I know I'm a lowly commoner but I know how to run a damn country. I'm the queens stepdaughter, well ex stepdaughter when she got remarried she remarried the Kjng and I was going to get left behind so she made me a servant." "Wow" another voice said.