A Gypsy Soul

Oh Happy Day...Not

Maggie hurried to her mistresses keep. She was the maidservant to Morgana, seeing as Gwen had fallen ill.

"Good morning, my lady." Maggie was cheery as ever.

"Stop smiling this isn't happy time!"Morgana yelled. Maggie nodded.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did I say you could speak?" Maggie shook her head. Morgana seethed. Maggie set out her lady's clothes and hurried out. Right into the prince.

"I'm so sorry your highness, I'm such a klutz. Forgive me? No you shouldn't forgive a stupid, clumsy maidservant." Her accent was clear and thick in her voice.

"You're forgiven. Now hurry along." She nodded and walked away."Hold on. Is that a northern accent?"

"Turkish, my lord." She said.

"It's cute."

"Thank you, sir" She turned away again. Her small knife resided in her boot leg. She wasn't ordered her to kill. She had it for protection.

"What's your name?" The prince seriously wouldn't shut up.

"Maggie, sir." She almost ran away. Her small chamber contained her diary. She furiously wrote about her first day in Camelot, and how rude Morgana was. She wished Morgana a slow and painful death