A Bodyguard Needed
A knock sounded on Timothy's bedroom door.
"Timothy, are you awake," Amber called through the door. "you'll be late for school at Royal Prep if you don't hurry!"
"I'm up, Amber," Timothy called in a groggy voice. "I just had a nightmare about Sam last night!"
"Tell us about it a breakfast," Amber called. "Baileywick has the day off, so I'm telling you to be down for breakfast in ten minutes!"
"All right, all right," Timothy groaned irritably. "I get the message!"
Timothy dressed quickly, then raced downstairs for breakfast.
Timothy saw his mother and father sitting with the royal family.
"Timothy," Roland said firmly. "it has come to my attention from your parents as well as Sam's parents that you each should have a bodyguard."
Timothy looked up at the king, "I understand, my king." he said.
Timothy took a big bite of his strawberry honey flapjacks.
After finishing his breakfast, Timothy went to the flying carriage and boarded it for school.
