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Chapter Fourteen: Undercover
King Jared Booth sat on his throne, in deep thought, while his wife paced the floor in front of him.
"I don't know what's wrong with Parker," she fussed, "he used to be such a good little boy. He never talked back, he was always polite and courteous, just like See-"
"Don't say that name!" Jared yelled at her, causing Rebecca to stop in her tracks.
"I'm so sorry, darling! I didn't mean anything by it!" she apologized profusely.
Jared simply shook his head and dismissed her.
Rebecca was about to protest leaving when she was interrupted by a maid.
"Your Majesty," the young maid bowed low, "there are some young people looking for work in the palace. They would like to speak with you. Shall I tell them to leave?"
Rebecca shook her head. "No, I shall speak with them. We need some more help around here, what with the other wives' uncleanliness." She shot a glare at the awful King, who gave her an icy look. Rebecca ignored him and followed the maid out to the foyer, where two young women and a young, frail-looking man, stood.
As soon as they saw the Queen the women curtsied and the man bowed.
When they looked up at her, Rebecca could see their faces much clearer. One of the women was tall, with long black hair. In her arms was a toddler, who seemed unwilling to show his face, for his face was buried in his mother's chest, which was covered by a peasant's dress and ratty cloak. The younger woman looked very familiar, with her dark skin and light brown eyes. Rebecca shrugged. Perhaps she had passed her once when in town, though the girl seemed too young to be working.
"How old are you, miss?" Rebecca asked her.
"Thirteen." said the young girl with a curtsy.
Rebecca nodded then turned to the young man, suddenly mesmerized by his almost colorless blue eyes. The man had very short auburn hair covered by an old cap, and his ratty clothes just barely clung to him.
"What's your name, son?" Rebecca asked.
"Sir Terrance Brent." The young man said, in a slightly husky voice, bowing low again.
Rebecca nodded. "And what sort of work are you and your...family?" Terrance nodded. "looking for?"
"Basic housework, Ma'am. My wife," he nodded at the older of the women with the toddler, "would do well as a maid or nanny. And my younger sister," he put his arm around the younger lady, getting a skeptical glance from Rebecca, "is good with servant work of any kind. She's a very hard worker, Ma'am."
Rebecca nodded. "And you?"
"A guard of some sort. Maybe a bodyguard?" Terrance suggested.
Rebecca nodded. "You can be the body guard of my son, Parker. He recently had a spat with his old one, and well, the man quit."
Terrance nodded. "And my wife and sister?"
"They would make good nannies. My husband's many...wives have had many many children and we are at a shortage of nannies as it is." She turned to the younger woman. "What's your name, Miss?"
"Maya." The young lady bowed.
"Well, Lady Maya, you may assist the nannies to my husband's third wife, Margaret." Maya nodded.
"And you, Lady..."
"Ann."
"Lady Ann, you and your little boy can watch over my son, Prince Parker." Ann nodded.
"Thank you, your Majesty." Ann curtsied, keeping her son pressed against her.
Rebecca nodded. "Good. Now that that's all settled. My personal servant, Jacques, will lead you up to your rooms and show you around. But for now, it is too late to start working. You will start at dawn tomorrow. Is that understood?"
Maya, Ann, and Terrance all nodded and bowed to the Queen before they were lead up the palace steps by an elderly servant.
Once in their shared room, "Ann" and "Terrance" looked at each other and smiled, before pulling each other into a frantic hug.
"Oh, Sweetie!" Angela cried. "I can't believe we-"
She was cut of by Temperance's hand going over her mouth. Temperance shook her head, signaling her to be quiet. Then she took out a pen and paper from her pocket and wrote on it:
"We must stay quiet. They may be listening for intruders."
Angela nodded and smiled, before taking the pen and writing:
"Do you suppose we'll find Jack, Daisy, and Caroline?"
Temperance nodded. Then wrote:
"I do, but for now, we must sleep so we can work efficiently tomorrow."
Angela nodded and walked over to the large bed they were to share. She laid Lance in the middle, stripping him of his shoes, and took off her own, before laying down herself. Temperance did the same, and after blowing out the candles that lit their room, laid down on the other side of Lance, before drifting off to sleep.
Sorry, it's not very good but I've been distracted by the Emmys! I'm pissed that 'Bones' wasn't even nominated! Grr! Whatever! We better get a Golden Globe or something! Please REVIEW!