Katie scurried down the hall. "It's pretty," she said, looking at the marble walls. She raced by some people, all who bowed their heads, whispering, "Your Highness." Kate smiled. "I like this."

She stopped in front of a mahogany door. She knocked. "Why am I being summoned?" she asked me, very princely-ish. Yuck.

"'Cause-," I started.

"'Cause 'Your Majesty'," she said primly. I had to punch her. Stupid prat. She rubbed her arm and glared at me. "Is that any way to treat a prince?" she asked, snotty bitch.

The door swung open. Katie was resting her arm on it and fell in. Hahaha. She tried to compose herself. There was a woman sitting there, with a huge nose. Honestly, her conk must have been the size of my fist! She had frazzled black hair and poop colored eyes. God, she was awful.

"My son, can't you be graceful and princely at all?" she asked, voice sounding like a squawking goose. No way. That couldn't be Thayet. Thayet was supposed to be beautiful and this woman was far from it. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing a finger with a chipped nail at me.

"She is Mistress Poot-," Katie started, evil malevolence in her blue eyes.

"Lady Sarah of Lyonna Realm," I said, adopting a British accent for some odd reason.

"Her proper name is Sarah Barah Foe Farah Me Mie Moe Marah," Katie said smugly. "And she's my slave."

"Stupid boy!" Ugly Thayet swatted Katie's head. I tried to supress my giggles as Katie looked shocked. "There are no slaves in Tortall! Goddess above, the child's an idiot!"

"How dare you strike the prince!" Katie yelled. "I'll have you arrested, woman!" I really should have stopped her crazed ramblings, but it was just too funny. I was laughing like a lunatic. "Montrer que la chienne qui est le patron!" I urged her. (Translation for the ignorant: Show that bitch who's boss!) I'm a horrid friend, but really, she gets what she deserves for dragging me here.

Thayet's poop eyes turned on Katie. I was giggling. "Get outta here. You've been in th' ale again!" she sighed, scratching a pimple. "Take your servant with ye."

Katie raced out. "Who is that whore?" she asked. "What a bitch! The way she TREATED me!" she was huffing, stomping down the hall in no particular direction, and turning red.

"Hey, penis-girl," I said. She turned and glared at me. She was blotchy and scary and a boy. "That 'whore-bitch' was your mother. And she thinks you're drunk. Way to screw things up."

"C'mon," Kate growled, stomping down the hall.

"Where are we going?" I asked, following, ever obediant. Ha, she was dragging me.

"I dunno," she snapped.

"Wonderful plan," I said sarcastically. "BRILLIANT!"

She stomped on. And on. And on. And on. I struggled to get away. I mean, I'm perfectly capable of walking WITHOUT somebody dragging me. Really, now. "Roald, doll, let go lest I bash your bloody brains," I said, in a my British accent.

She turned to face me. "This is your fault!" she hissed.

"Uh, Roald-," I started.

"That's NOT my name!"

"ROALD!" I said.

"Shuddup, I-," she collided into a tall man.

"Tried to warn ya," I gloated, sticking my tongue out.

Katie put a hand to her head, pretending to be dazed. "OW!" she whined. "You hurt the prince, you lowlife!" She rubbed her head in such an exaggerrated manner, I burst out laughing again. "Quiet, slave," she ordered, grinding her heel into my toe. I was wearing silk slippers. She was wearing boots.

"OW!" I gasped.

The man turned. "M'lady?" he asked me. God. I melted. He was gorgey. I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes because of the pain. "Roald?" he asked, voice disbelieving. I absolutely drank him in. Black hair, pale skin, blue eyes- OH GOD! It was Jon!

"Whadda ya want?" Katie snapped.

"Roald," I murmured.

"Shuddup," she growled.

"Um, but-," I was silenced with a glare.

"Stupid boy," the king murmured. "Drinking ale, hmmm? I was skeptical at first, but look at you."

Katie looked at him. "Jon?" she murmured, eyes glazing over. I poked her in the ribs, and she sprang back to life. She also tugged my hair.

"That's FATHER to you, little idiot. Was it ale, or poppy? Gods, go to the infirmary. I can't look at you," he turned away. "You'll escort him?" he asked me. "That child is a royal disgrace," he muttered. I squeaked and nodded. He smiled. Smiled AT ME! ME! ME! ME! Yummy! I was trying so hard to breath, I barely noticed him leave.

"That's Jon?" Katie asked, suddenly all smiles. I nodded curtly. She smiled. "He was sooooo checking me out."

I smacked her lighty on the head. Well, not really lighty. Depends on what your definition of 'lightly' is. If it's 'hit someone so they are knocked over a fall into a wall', then, yes, I hit her lightly.

"He thinks you're a druggy," I said, sticking my tongue out.