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Eddie stormed down the hallway, in the kitchen, he stopped behind KT. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around expectantly. When her eyes appraised him, she pressed her lips together so she wouldn't laugh.

"Patricia?" she shrugged helplessly.

"Yeah." he clipped.

"Yeah, she does that." She said, scratching her eyebrow.

"Where is she?"

"I think she went back to the servant's courters… Um, but don't you think that you should change before you catch a cold?" she called after him as he stormed toward the door that led to the hallway of servant dorms.

All of the doors were left open, revealing that all the servants were doing their duties around the palace, but one door was shut, and Eddie knocked quickly, almost too softly.

"KT, I don't want to talk right now—" she stopped and glared, moving to close the door.

"Patricia—" he put his body up to the door, keeping her from pushing it shut. His feet began to slip against the stone floors. He gave a final push and she stumbled back into the room. He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Will you get out of my room?" she groaned,

"Talk to me." he said.

"Is that an order?" she asked, narrowing her green eyes.

"If it has to be," he retorted.

"You know, I don't care if you're a prince. I will personally remove your lungs right here." She growled.

"Talk to me," he responded.

She threw her hands up in the air in aggravation. "You're unbelievable."

"You're overreacting."

"Oh, really, am I? How else am I supposed to act?" she demanded.

"Like a responsible adult."

"That's funny coming from you! I've met three year olds more mature than you."

"Patricia, talk to me."

"No." she refused. She crossed her arms over her chest, standing with her head held high.

"You'd make an amazing queen," he mumbled, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her into him.

She pushed him away, backing up to the wall behind her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at him. "Get away from me."

"No." he shook his head. His eyes landed on the bed in the corner. It was small, made of wood with a thin mattress and blanket. "That bed looks pretty comfortable. I think I'll sleep here until you talk to me."

Patricia let out a laugh. "You could not sleep on that thing for a single night."

"Wanna bet?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Where would I sleep?"

"In my room, of course. If I can last a night, you'll tell me why you dumped the water on my head." He continued before she could protest, "And if I last a second night, you'll go on a date with me."

"You wouldn't be able to last a single night and you think you can make it to two?" she asked, amused.

"You're worth it, Yacker." He said with a smirk.

She matched his smirk and reached out, shaking his outstretched hand. "Good luck, Cockroach."

"Does that mean that Eddie's last name isn't really Miller?" Mara asked. "Why would your uncle tell him it was?"

"I don't know," Jerome shrugged. "My uncle's been doing all kinds of weird things lately. I'm kinda worried."

"It's okay, we'll figure this all out." she assured him and then put a hand on his arm, stopping him. She pointed to Eddie's bedroom door where Patricia was leaving, appearing to be showered and ready for the day.

"Looks like Edison had some company last night," Jerome smirked. Mara gave him a look and walked up to the room, knocking gently.

"Eddie, it's Mara and Jerome, can we come in?"

Jerome opened the door when his cousin didn't answer and walked in. "He's not even in here."

"Where is he if Patricia was in here?" Mara asked.

Jerome scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully and took her hand. "Let's go ask her where he is."

They strolled down the hallway in search for Patricia, but they gave up when they spotted Eddie snoring softly in a sofa next to a window.

"Eddie, wake up," Mara said, shaking his shoulder.

He stirred and looked up at them expectantly. "What do you want?"

"Tired?" Jerome smirked.

"Isn't that quite obvious?" he groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"What was Patricia doing in your room this morning, Edison?"

Eddie sighed, sitting up and arching his back in attempt to cease the ache in his lower back. He groaned again, massaging his neck and shoulders with his eyes closed. "We switched rooms." He answered, yawning.

"You switched rooms? You slept in the servants' quarters?" Jerome chuckled.

"Why?" Mara asked, tilting her head.

"It was a bet." He waved. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Jerome arched an eyebrow. "Okay, well, don't forget about that date you have with Amber and her father."

Eddie's head shot up and then his face contorted in pain. He reached up and rubbed his neck again. "What date?"

"The date her father set up without telling you. He wants you to be at the docks at ten." Jerome replied.

"Docks?"

"Boating."

"Great, I hate boats."

"Are you scared of sailing?" Mara asked.

"No, I just don't like boats." He shrugged and stood with a pained expression. "Damn wooden beds. I swear. When you become king, fix those servant beds, yeah?"

"The king doesn't take care of that." Jerome shook his head. "When I become king, it'd be your job as my right hand man."

Eddie looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, and then he turned and continued down the hall to his room.

"Eddie," Amber squealed, hurrying up to him. When she was standing before him, she hugged him. "I'm sorry about this. My father didn't want to ask you. He just wanted to do it. He's not entirely convinced that you and I 'want' to get married."

"No, it's alright, I understand." He said, pulling her arms away from his neck. When she looked at him, confused, he explained vaguely, "I had a rough night."

"I'm sorry," she murmured sympathetically as they neared the end of the dock.

He stepped onto the boat and held a hand out to help her on. She hopped on next to him, a little shakily. Eddie sighed quietly, feeling a little annoyed when Amber's father came up to them.

"Good morning, Eddie." He smiled. "Welcome aboard."

"Thank you, sir." He nodded and looked back at the town as the boat started drifting off to sea.

Andrew walked off to talk with the captain and Amber stood at the rail with Eddie by her side.

"Do you like sailing?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped the braided updo she modeled behind her ear.

Eddie shrugged, green eyes roaming the coast. "My parents died while sailing, so I guess that's a reason not to like it."

Amber tilted her head to the side. "I didn't know that."

"Well, you know I was adopted." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Do you like your adoptive parents?" she asked.

"I love them, yeah. They raised me."

"If you could, would you change what happened to your parents?"

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about it. "No."

"Really? I would think that you'd want them back." she said.

He shook his head. "If my parents hadn't died, I wouldn't have been adopted. If I hadn't been adopted, I doubt I would have met Patricia. I wouldn't have Jerry, Mara, KT or Trudy. No, I wouldn't change it."

"I never thought of it that way." she said thoughtfully.

"But I would love to meet my parents. Even if it was just for a day, I'd like to know them."

"They would be proud of you." She said.

"So I've been told. But thank you."

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-Rachel