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A/N: A bunch of short chapters posted this time. They're basically full of preparations for the ball, revenge, meetings, etc.
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I made my way slowly down the hall towards the kitchen. Imagine, that pig of a man named Archibald, insulting MY Charming. Well, I'd soon fix that.
I blinked a few times, and quickly pulled two or three strands of hair out of braid so as to look innocent. I was sure to widen my eyes slightly, and hang my head timidly as I shuffled inside, clasping my delicate hands together docilely. Suckers fell for it every time.
"Madame?" I murmured, raising my eyes from the floor ever so timidly. The cook turned around to stare at me. She was presently the only one in the kitchen, as the kitchen lads were currently embroiled in a battle with the flying cauldron outside in the yard.
"Yes, Aurora?" she replied, humming as she stirred the royal stew. I simpered. "My lord Archibald wishes to see you in his rooms," I said. She stopped stirring and sighed. "If that man calls me one more bloody time to complain about the taste of his food, I'll knock his yellow teeth out, the old -" Cook continued with some more colorful language as she stormed out of the kitchen. I grinned wickedly.
To the left of the fireplace was an old wicker cabinet, kept shut by an iron padlock. I grabbed the rusted key that hung beside it, and rammed it into the lock. Inside, there was a very special frying pan. A frying pan with teeth. A frying pan that was my friend, and would do absolutely ANYTHING for me.
And that included chasing Archibald.
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A/N: A bunch of short chapters posted this time. They're basically full of preparations for the ball, revenge, meetings, etc.
*** *** *** *** *** Ella POV
I made my way slowly down the hall towards the kitchen. Imagine, that pig of a man named Archibald, insulting MY Charming. Well, I'd soon fix that.
I blinked a few times, and quickly pulled two or three strands of hair out of braid so as to look innocent. I was sure to widen my eyes slightly, and hang my head timidly as I shuffled inside, clasping my delicate hands together docilely. Suckers fell for it every time.
"Madame?" I murmured, raising my eyes from the floor ever so timidly. The cook turned around to stare at me. She was presently the only one in the kitchen, as the kitchen lads were currently embroiled in a battle with the flying cauldron outside in the yard.
"Yes, Aurora?" she replied, humming as she stirred the royal stew. I simpered. "My lord Archibald wishes to see you in his rooms," I said. She stopped stirring and sighed. "If that man calls me one more bloody time to complain about the taste of his food, I'll knock his yellow teeth out, the old -" Cook continued with some more colorful language as she stormed out of the kitchen. I grinned wickedly.
To the left of the fireplace was an old wicker cabinet, kept shut by an iron padlock. I grabbed the rusted key that hung beside it, and rammed it into the lock. Inside, there was a very special frying pan. A frying pan with teeth. A frying pan that was my friend, and would do absolutely ANYTHING for me.
And that included chasing Archibald.
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