Hi! I don't mean to offend anyone in this work. So please It is not my beliefs. I was just looking them up on google. The only thing I am going to say is that: People are so mean and ignorant towards others. When I was looking at them, I was just thinking to myself that all this needs to stop. If you ever get a chance to look up these rascist slurs, you'll see what I mean. People are people no matter what shape or form.

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Drew was easily able t o carry the things from the picnic as May trailed behind him. He rushed ahead of her as if he was late for an appointment. He was obviously angered to the point where he even looked even stressed. MAy trailed behind him not wanting to anger him any more than he already was. But curiosity got the best of her as she walked to his side and looked at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Drew," she said in a voice barely audible at all, "Are you upset with me?"

"Yes." Drew replied in a monotone voice.

"But I can't help it that I'm 17!" May retorted as her last effort to defend herself. Drew stopped and looked at her half perplexed and half angered even more.

"You think I'm mad at you because you are 17?" All May could do at that point of embarrassment was nod. Drew was so angered by this that he almost threw the basket on the dirt but he stopped himself remembering the china inside it. He sighed and calmly responded after gently placing the stuff on the floor. "I'm not angry that you are 17."

"Then why are you angry with me?"

"I am angry with you because you lied to me again. It seems that all you've done is lie to me. I thought you loved me maybe I was too gullible to see-"

"Drew I do love you."

"Then why do you keep lying."

"Because I keep thinking that in order for you to like me, I have to be something that I am not. I'm not English. I could never be English. I'm can't be older. I can't change the way I look. I can't change anything about me so I try to make up these lies to try to make you attracted to me."

"But I'm already attracted to you. There's nothing in my mind that I love you but you can't keep lying to me."

May looked away from Drew. "I don't want to lie to you. I hurts when I do. You don't know how much it hurts to feel like I'm not good enough. You don't know how much it hurts to want to tell you the truth about me. I want to tell you everything about me… But…"

"But what? I want you to tell me everything. I want to know all about you: your past, your homeland, and your present. Because I know there can be a future between us."

"I know. And it's frightening because I've never felt this way about someone and I don't want to mess it up but somehow it keeps messing up."

He steps closer to her and puts his hands on her shoulders as if to massage them. Instead he whispered in her ear, "Do you still have that necklace?"

May nodded, "I haven't taken it off yet." She took it from under the seams of her dress and didn't let it go. She lifted with her fingers and turned her head to see Drew smile. He took her and she willingly followed him.

"I want to tell you something. Then you can tell me something about you and then we'll keep going until we know everything we want each other to know. Then later we could do this again."

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Misty had already picked out the dress she was wearing before her maids came upstairs to help her dress. She planned to dress her best to 'upstage' her guest. In their society, when women unexpectedly visited a friend they were not supposed to over dress the hostess. Since they did upstage the hostess, especially Desiree, she had to upstage them. Desiree, who was assumed to be Ash's ex-girlfriend, had dressed to impress Ash. Now she felt that she must show them that she would untimely gain and retain Ash's affection. She felt she must. She smiled as she looked at the selection she choose: it was the dress she wore when she first met him. 'Surely he would notice.' she thought. The dress was yellow and the sleeves were white. The sleeves started below the shoulder and ended in an angel-like at the elbow. The jewels were embroyeried into the dress. She looked at the yellow begonias in the vase next to their bed. She smelled them and smiled. She felt the need to impress his mother. She just had too. She didn't need anymore reasons for their relationship to not work out. This needed to work out.

"I can't believe how much I love him."

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"Oh! My darling," Ash's mother exclaimed seated at the table awaiting to be served. She was seat with her son and Desiree. They were seated at a round table fit for four people with a pink table clothe with pink roses in the center . "Tell us about the royal court. How is the young king?"

"His highness is doing well with the country. England will go far under his reign."

"Oh, Desiree, Did I forget to tell you my son is the one of the most trusted by the King of England. From what I've heard, he's very intelligent, sociable, and he's very good at finding out information before the information gets to the king."

"Mother," Ash sighed, "It's just coincidence that I come across the information before it gets to the king. Luck has never won a war or ended tyranny or stopped a rebellion."

"Whether luck or not, my son," his mother said, "It's wonderful that the king is able to know about the problem and solve it before the problem even presents itself to court."

"I told him his luck would get him far in life. From the moment I met him I knew he was lucky," Desiree said clinging unto Ash's arm.

"Thank you. But the only reason I'm so lucky is because of-"

"Michella. I know. If it is such a coincidence then why is she the reason you give the credit to." His mother in a cold tone.

"Mother, she's the reason I am still in court. She's the reason there is peace with France. She's a gem in their King's eyes. He loves her."

"If he loved her, why didn't he marry her?"

"Because I did." Ash said, "And I would like it if you didn't anger her, mother."

"Now, why ever would I do that? She is my daughter-in-law." Ash discretely rolled his eyes at his mother's comment knowing just by the way she said it, it wouldn't be true.

"Your mother means well, my lord," Desiree whispered and smiled.

"Meaning well and doing well are two different things."

"And you are correct, my lord."

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"Is everything ready, Roger?" Misty looked worriedly at Roger, who was holding a tray of china in one hand.

"Yes, my lady. And may I say you look stunning." Misty smiled as she rushed down the stairs making sure the flowers in her hair were perfectly clipped and her dress fit properly.

"Thank you. Hopefully Ash notices." She nodded at Natalie who was standing behind Roger.

"He'd be blind not to, my lady." With that Misty smiled.

"Here I go. Wish me luck."

"You shouldn't need it, my lady." Roger smiled almost nudging her to go on.

There was a long pause after Misty's departure before Natalie spoke up. "Why doesn't May have to do any work? It isn't fair."

"The king has given specific instructions on how she should be treated: like a princess... with limitations."

"What kind of limitations? What do you know about her?"

"Everything you don't know." With that Roger smirked at her, setting the fancy tea pot and china on the tray.

Natalie just starred at him with completely bewildered by the amount of knowledge he knew. "In my countries servants tell each other everything…"

"Well in this country you do not tell the secrets of someone paying you."

"We're not supposed to be getting paid."

"Exactly. And tomorrow that's going to change. The mistress is making sure of it." With that Roger smirked and held the tea tray ready to walk outside.

Misty walked outside and followed the path to the tea table. Her steps were so silent she was barely seen approaching. At that moment, it was obvious that Desiree was flirting with her husband, but as always he was oblivious to the fact. His mother looked distinguished that it was scary; especially the way her hands stayed in her lap. She quickly took a breath and waked toward the table where she was finally seen by Ash's mother.

"How pleasant it is that you have finally joined us?" she said with a smirk that made Misty half angered and half upset with her bluntness.

"Mother," Ash said without taking a look at Misty, "You said you wouldn't anger her."

"My son, I haven't done anything wrong. Have I, Mikayla?"

"It's Michella, mother." Misty giggled at his English accent.

"Please just call me Misty. Everyone else does," she replied.

"Everyone?"

"Well Everyone here in England." Misty replied still standing. Ash's mother rose her eyes and looked away from Misty. Misty shyly looked away to look straight at Roger who had already pulled out her chair. He smiled at her trying to give her confidence. She smiled and nodded taking the empty seat next to Ash. Roger was quick to set the table and Natalie passed around the platter in her hand.

"Their highnesses send you their greetings," Ash said looking at Misty. It was obvious he was trying to fill the empty space that was awkwardly filling the room, "They hope that we'll have tea with them as soon as possible."

"Tell them it would be an honor."

"Especially since your a frog." Both Ash's mother giggled at Desiree's hushed comment.

"Don't say things like that," Ash's mother answered, "You'll hurt her feelings." Then they both laughed again.

"Stupid Tan Rosabeef." She murmured loud enough for everyone to understand.

"Bic… Needer." Desiree said in two breaths.

"Crumpet Sucking Lime Eater!" Misty stood shouting.

"MISTY!" Ash stood. "That's enough!"

"How are you just going to sit there and let them insult me like that and hush me?"

"Misty, she's my mother and you will not disrespect her and our guest."

"I understand that, but I am your wife. And she's not my guest! A guest doesn't insult their hostess. I've tries not to say anything but I can't… and if you think I'm going to, you'd better think again. I will not be insulted in our own home."

"Have you ever thought that I may be embarrassed? This is my old friend and my mother. Look at how you're acting!"

"Look at how I am acting. Ash, did you hear them insult me more than once or were you dazing in Wonderland."

"You two are very formal with each other." Ash's mother said interrupting their conversation.

"Mother-" Ash sighed half stressed.

"No, Ash-Excuse me, My lord. I apologize for using the beautiful name your mother gave you. I did not mean to insult anyone."

"See what I mean Misty! The way you are acting is not proper."

"Then what should I act like: that stupid harlot you call friend, or the old boar you call mother. Or am I just your foolish wife." At this point Misty started to tear as she looked up into her husbands eyes. At her words he sank back into his chair and refused to look her in the eye. In doing so, her eyes never looked away from his. "Foolish enough to think that you actually cared about me. Foolish enough to think that even when you care about someone who protect them from anyone no matter who they are and how respected they are. How foolish of me. I apologize for believing that. But I will not apologize for my actions tonights." She was fully of tears and ran off. She ran past the garden into the house and upstairs. She ripped apart the dress she wore and threw it on the ground. Then she cried aloud sliding with her back against the wall next to her bed far from the door she had locked. She didn't dare look at the shredded pieces of the dress as she cried in her hands.

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