Chapter 4: Hyperion-by-the-Sea
"You going somewhere?" John asked, leaning against Robin's bedroom door as he ate some pasta from a bowl.
"Yeah," Robin replied, laying out two suits to place in a garment bag. "The Queen has a state visit in another city and I need to accompany her. I'll be gone for a couple days."
John looked impressed. "Your first work trip for the Queen. Where are you going? And how does the Queen travel?"
"She's going by car," Robin said. "We're going to Hyperion-by-the-Sea, so it's only a few hours away. But she has meetings all day tomorrow, a state dinner that night and then some public engagements in the morning. I should be back by the following afternoon if the schedule I made up holds."
"And how are you traveling?" John asked.
Robin shrugged. "I assume by car too. Tink just said everything was handled and I just need to show up tomorrow morning with a bag packed."
"Will you be in the same car as the Queen?" John asked, now clearly intrigued by Robin's first business trip as the Queen's assistant.
"Honestly, I don't know," Robin said, admittedly unnerved by the thought of spending three to four hours with the Queen. "I guess I'll find out tomorrow."
John nodded. "And if you are?"
Going over to where he kept his ties, Robin shrugged. "I'll survive. Besides, she'll probably ignore me for most of the trip."
"You sure?" John asked. "You said she's been trying to talk with you more."
Robin paused as he debated between two ties, considering the few awkward conversations he had had with Her Majesty over the past week or so. He shrugged. "I think she just forces herself to be normal or polite or something. If I keep being cool with her, I think she'll stop trying and probably not care. Might even be relieved."
"Makes sense," John replied. He grinned. "You might become her favorite employee ever."
"If it comes with perks and raises, I won't complain," Robin said. He then paused before adding: "Too much."
John laughed, shaking his head. "When you're done, I have dinner in the kitchen."
"What did you make?" Robin asked before holding up the two ties. "And which one should I bring?"
"Bring both," John said. "And I made linguine and shrimp."
Robin's stomach grumbled as he packed away the two ties. "Sounds good. I'll be right out to enjoy it."
"You know, I'm a bit jealous of you," John said, still standing in the doorway.
"Jealous?" Robin asked, straightening up. "How?"
John swallowed his latest bite before saying: "I've seen pictures of those state dinners. You're going to get some amazing food, even if you're eating in the kitchen."
Robin chuckled. "Always thinking about food, yeah?"
"Always," his friend replied. "You have to tell me all about it when you get home, okay?"
"Okay," Robin said, deciding he could finish packing after dinner. Stepping away from his bed, he motioned to the door. "But first I need to eat the dinner you made."
John stepped aside, grinning. "After you."
Robin left his bedroom and headed to the kitchen. After preparing himself a bowl and grabbing a beer, he sat down at the table. John followed, joining him as well. Robin took a few bites before saying: "This is delicious."
"Thanks," John said. "I saw this recipe and thought I would try it."
"You picked a good one," Robin agreed, taking another bite before washing it down with a swig of his beer.
John pushed his bowl away before leaning back in his chair. "So, how boring are the next couple days going to be for you?"
"Depends what you mean by boring," Robin said, wiping his mouth. "On one hand, I'm probably going to be running around a lot so I won't have time to be bored. But on the other, I'm sure state visits are extremely dry so I may still end up bored. Who knows?"
"Well, maybe you'll meet someone who will want to steal you away from the Queen," John said, sipping his beer.
Robin shrugged. "Maybe. But do I want to go move to Hyperion-on-the-Sea?"
"It's not too far away," John said. "You could probably still come back here on the weekends."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Robin said, holding up his hand. "One, we don't know if I'll meet someone who will want to poach me. And two, they may not want to immediately poach me from the Queen."
John hummed, nodding. "You don't want to piss her off."
"No," Robin agreed. "I definitely know you don't. I try to do everything I can not to get on her bad side."
"Because you're smart and good at maneuvering like that," John told him. "I think someone will want to poach you when the proper time comes. You'll see."
Robin shrugged. "I guess so."
They finished their meal and Robin did the dishes before heading to finish packing. While he wasn't sure what the trip would bring, he believed it would be one he would never forget – no matter what.
"Good morning, Regina," Granny greeted her. "I've made you breakfast."
Regina stood in what was her dining room, staring at the eggs, hash browns and bacon resting on a plate next to a mug of coffee and a bowl of fruit. Her mind managed to process it before looking up at the older whom who worked in the palace for years and still insisted on Regina calling her Granny. "You didn't have to do this. It's so early," she said.
"And that's exactly why I did this," Granny insisted. "You have a busy day ahead of you and need more nourishment than a piece of toast and a banana."
"I was going to have some granola too," Regina protested, though she knew Granny had a point.
Granny hummed. "You would've been starving before you got to Hyperion-by-the-Sea. This should hold you to lunch. So sit and eat."
Regina nodded, doing just that. "Thank you, Granny. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," Granny said, moving away from the table. "Are you all packed?"
"I am," Regina confirmed after her first bite of egg. "You can just leave it in my room. Graham said he'll come get it when we're ready to leave."
Granny, though, continued. "I think I'm just going to check it for you."
Regina rolled her eyes though she wasn't too annoyed. This was something Granny had been doing her whole life – of course the woman wouldn't stop now. Still, she protested: "I have everything. You can just sit and rest."
"I'll do that once I'm done checking your bag," Granny called out from her bedroom. "If you're right, then I should be sitting and resting in no time."
"Alright," Regina replied, taking another bite. Only a few bites later, Granny returned from the bedroom and sat down on the couch. Wiping her mouth, Regina asked: "All good?"
Granny nodded. "All good."
"Good," Regina said, sipping her coffee. "And the breakfast is delicious, Granny."
"Thank you," Granny said. "As I said, I wanted something that would hold you to lunch."
Regina nodded. "This certainly will do that. But what about you? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Later," Granny told her. "Once you're gone."
"You don't have to wait for me," Regina insisted. "You can even join me. You know you're always invited to do that."
Granny chuckled. "You sounded just like your father there. He was always fretting over me too."
A pang hit Regina's heart as she thought of her loving father, probably the last man who loved her unconditionally. "I miss him," she said.
"I know," Granny said softly. "He would be so proud of you."
Regina swallowed past a lump. "I hope so."
"I know so," Granny insisted. "You are a great Queen. No matter what the media says. What do they know anyway?"
Chuckling, Regina finished her coffee and stood. "Thanks, Granny. You always know how to make me feel better."
Granny stood as well, smiling. "Go get ready. I'll clean in here."
"You're the best," Regina said. "But you're also retired. I can place the plates in my dishwasher once I'm dressed."
"I'm retired, not feeble," Granny replied. "I can also do that without too much strain. So go and leave me to it."
Regina sighed, knowing how stubborn Granny could be. "Fine. But only because I know better than to fight with you."
Granny patted her cheek as she passed Regina. "Of course you do. Now go. I have it handle out here."
"Thank you," Regina said, truly grateful for Granny's presence that morning. As she headed to her bedroom, someone knocked on the door. Granny looked up from the table but Regina waved her off. "I've got it. Don't worry."
She opened the door she considered her "front door" of sorts, the one that led to the rest of the palace rather than the one that led to her office. Tink stood there, dressed in a green pantsuit with a white shirt with a ruffled collar. With a bright smile, she greeted Regina. "Your team is here to help you get ready," she said.
"Oh, right," Regina replied. She usually got herself ready in the morning but for state visits, she let her team handle everything so she looked perfect for the cameras. The last thing she needed from the media was comments about her appearance.
Tink entered her apartment as Regina stepped aside, waving to Granny. "Good morning, Granny."
"Good morning, Rose," Granny said, always using Tink's given first name. "How are you?"
"I'm well, Granny," Tink said before turning back to Regina. "Shall I send in the team or do you need a minute?"
Regina glanced at the door before saying: "Let me just go brush my teeth and you can call them in."
Tink nodded. "Sounds good."
"Great," Regina said, walking quickly to her bathroom. She closed the door behind her and cherished the last few minutes of quiet and solitude she would likely have until that night as she brushed her teeth. Until then, she was about to be surrounded by a ball of constant motion until everything was done.
It was her least favorite part of state visits.
Rinsing her mouth, Regina wiped her face with a towel and took a deep breath. She looked at her reflection before whispering: "Here we go."
She opened the bathroom door and found Tink sitting on her bed. She motioned to the door. "I stuck them next door. I know you like to preserve the sanctity of your bedroom," she said.
"Thank you," Regina said, relieved. "I appreciate that."
Tink nodded, standing. "I know. Besides, you have some new outfits to try for this trip so we don't need your closet. There's no reason to squeeze everyone in here when we can have more room elsewhere."
"You're the best," Regina told her chief of staff. She walked into the next room, finding it a hive of activity. Her hairstylist caught sight of her first and called dibs, dragging Regina over to the chair to get her hair ready.
"What are we thinking for today?" the woman asked.
Regina looked up at her. "Nothing complicated. It's practically summer. I'm trying to go for casual during this trip."
"Casual, got it." The hairdresser picked up her brush. "Don't worry, your hair is in good hands."
"When you're done with her, I need her," Cruella said. "We need to pick her outfits for the trip so we can finish packing for her."
The hairdresser brushed Regina's hair as she sighed. "Don't worry, Cru. But you can't rush art."
Art.
It made Regina feel as if she was just a doll for them to dress up. At least Cru understood and respected her sense of style so the outfits would be ones that reflected her personality. But she wished she didn't have to worry about every aspect of her appearance.
She wished she didn't have to straighten her hair and could let her curls shine.
People busied themselves as the hairstylist straightened Regina's hair and then pinned it into a low bun that was just under her right ear. She leaned forward, her reflection smiling at Regina's. "Is that summery and casual enough for you?"
"Yes," Regina said, liking the style. "Thank you."
Cru came over, grabbing her arm and giving Regina a tug. "Okay, my turn."
She pulled Regina over to a closet and stopped, grinning. "I think I have the perfect outfits for your trip. A mix of casual and summery but regal as well as elegant and regal for the dinner," she said.
"You've never disappointed me before," Regina said before recalling one outfit. "Okay, you've only disappointed me once before but…"
"That was not my fault," Cru insisted. "That was when I was still a junior designer. Now I own my fashion house and we don't have to worry about incompetent imbeciles who only have power because of nepotism and the old boys' club not because they have any understanding of fashion."
Regina chuckled. "Alright. But it certainly was a look. All those feathers…"
Cru held up her hand. "We promised to never discuss the feathers ever again."
"Sorry," Regina said. "I sometimes can't help it."
"It was an epic look," Tink agreed, packing Regina's luggage for her. "Too bad it wasn't epically good."
Cru scowled. "Enough or we'll never get Regina out of here."
Sobering, Regina cleared her throat as she nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry, Cru."
"You're forgiven," she said. She then stepped aside so Regina could see the selections Cru had brought with her. "Here you go. I think these will be perfect. First, a pantsuit for today."
She pulled out a lavender pantsuit with a floral lacy design. It had short sleeves and a square neckline with a thin belt at the waistline that would tie in the back. Regina loved it, knowing she would look regal but still casual in it. "Perfect, Cru," she said.
"I know," Cru said smugly, clearly proud of herself. She handed the pantsuit to Tink before pulling out a bag. "I also picked out the perfect bra and underwear to go with it."
Regina raised an eyebrow. Sometimes Cru was a little too thorough when it came to dressing her. Cru also had a different idea of what type of underwear Regina was comfortable wearing, even when there was absolutely no chance of anyone accidentally (or not) seeing it. "Please tell me there isn't thong in there."
"It creates no lines," Cru argued, confirming that there was.
"I don't care," Regina told her. "I'd rather have panty lines than articles and think pieces about how I don't wear underwear and how disrespectful that is and how wrong it is when I'm around children."
That seemed to resonate with Cru and she turned contrite. "Right, right. I forgot about how the media is always out for your blood. There are several options in there. Pick whichever works best for you."
"Thank you," Regina said, taking the bag. "One of the reasons I love working with you is because you respect my wishes and don't just see me as a doll to dress as you wish. I appreciate that."
Cru relaxed and hugged Regina. "You're welcome. I like the fact you want to be so collaborative but not controlling. It's fun to work with you and to dress you. You are a beautiful woman both inside and out. I love getting to reflect that."
Regina felt a lump form in her throat. "Don't get all mushy on me, Cru. It's not your style and I love you for it."
"Sorry, sorry," Cru said, pulling back. "I haven't had my morning coffee so I'm all out of sorts."
"Well, let's get you some coffee while I change," Regina said, checking the clock by her bed. "I need to get on the road soon. It wouldn't look good if I was late."
Everyone agreed and Regina took the bag from Cru. She found a good pair of underwear and a bra for the pantsuit, changing into them and discarding her pajamas. Once she emerged from behind the curtain in the room, her makeup artist practically pushed her into the chair at the vanity again. Regina relaxed, letting the woman handle her makeup for the day.
Someone knocked on the door. "Is Regina almost ready?" Graham asked.
"Yes," Tink said, opening the door. "She's just finishing up. You can have them take her bags down to the car."
"Good," Graham said, coming into the room. Regina saw him in her mirror and he smiled. "You look lovely as usual."
She chuckled. "Thank you."
"So how many bags do we have today?" he asked, knowing that she never traveled with less than two bags. She wished she could but being queen came with many expectations, especially when it came to her appearance. Regina needed to be prepared for anything and so had to pack for it.
"Looks like three," Tink said. "Not including Regina's workbag but she prefers to keep that with her."
He nodded. "I know."
"I need you to focus on me, Your Majesty," the makeup artist told her. "Don't let them distract you or your makeup will look awful."
Regina did as instructed, trying her best to sit as still as possible. "Sorry."
"That's okay," the artist said. "I know you're on a schedule and want to keep you on it."
After she finished with Regina's lips, she sprayed a setting spray and motioned to the mirror. "What do you think?"
"It's perfect," Regina said, appreciating the soft look with a little pop of color around her eyes. "Thank you."
The woman nodded, packing up her kit. "I'll see you tonight for your formal look."
"Sounds good," Regina replied, standing. "Thank you."
"Here are your shoes," Cru said, handing Regina a nice pair of purple flats. "I almost forgot about them."
Regina chuckled, putting them on. "Thanks, Cru."
Tink checked her watch. "Alright, we still have some time. Is there anything else you need to do?"
"No," Regina said, taking the purple clutch from Cru. "Let's head down and start getting everyone into the cars."
She walked out of the room with Tink in tow. Granny greeted her, handing her a thermos. "I made you some tea for the road. Have a good trip, Regina," she said.
"Thank you, Granny," Regina replied, hugging her. "I'll see you when I get back."
Granny nodded, stepping back so Regina could continue out of her rooms. She walked down the hallway and called for the elevator as she sipped her tea. Tink checked her phone and nodded. "Robin is downstairs waiting. Everything seems to be on track," she said.
"Right," Regina said, her stomach twisting in knots as the elevator doors opened. "Robin's coming."
Tink nodded, getting on the elevator with her. "He is your assistant."
"I know, I know," Regina replied. "I guess I just forgot that we would be in the car together."
"Things are still awkward between you?" Tink asked.
Regina sighed. "Yeah. I feel even more awkward around him then I usually am. It seems every attempt to get to know him is the same as talking with a brick wall."
"I guess he's still just as nervous," Tink replied. "At least I hope so."
"I don't know," Regina said. "Maybe I just need to adjust my own expectations with him. He's good at his job. Maybe that's all I should expect from him."
Tink reached out and patted her arm. "Maybe you'll have a chance to get to know him today. He's in our car after all."
"I hope so," Regina said, though she doubted it. She had a feeling he would either talk with Tink or just stay silent. It was likely going to be an awkward car ride to Hyperion-by-the-Sea.
Just great.
They reached the ground level and the elevator doors opened. As Regina stepped out, two guards snapped to attention and saluted. She smiled, pausing. "At ease, gentlemen. And good morning."
"Good morning," they both replied.
She turned away from them and continued toward where she knew the cars were waiting. A black limo waited for her, already adorned with the Mist Haven flag as well as a flag bearing her family's crest. Everyone would know it was the royal limo.
Regina never knew if that was a good thing or not.
Graham placed the last of her bags in the trunk before closing it. He grinned at her. "You're all set, Regina."
"Great," she said. "Is all the staff here?"
She heard the elevator ding and turned to find Robin leading her team off it. August, Belle and Kathryn headed for the smaller town car behind the royal limo with their luggage in tow. They all greeted Regina and she responded in kind. "Are we ready for a lovely trip to Hyperion-by-the-Sea?" she asked.
"It certainly has to be better than our last trip," August said, shivering. "We should never go in winter again."
"I'll keep that in mind," Regina replied, remembering how bitterly cold it was. The howling winds off the ocean had only made everything worse and Regina swore it took her days to thaw out following that trip.
Robin started to move toward the car with the others when Tink called out to him. "You're in the limo with me and the Queen."
He paused and Regina saw his shoulders tense up before he turned back to them. Though he was smiling, it didn't seem genuine and he nodded as he walked toward the limo. Robin nodded to Regina. "Your Majesty."
"Good morning, Robin," she said.
"Good morning," he replied, parroted as if she had corrected him. She frowned, wanting to assure him that he hadn't done anything wrong but Graham appeared at the moment, telling them that it was time to head out.
Opening the door, Graham motioned to Tink and Robin. "Who is sitting next to Regina and who isn't?"
"I am," Tink said, pushing Robin toward the limo. "You get in first."
He nodded, climbing into the limo. Graham held out his hand to Regina. "Your turn."
"Thank you," she said, getting into the limo and sliding into the backseat as Robin had settled in the side one. Tink got in next to her before Graham closed the door to go sit up with the driver.
Regina set her clutch down. "Here we go."
"Do you want to get some work done?" Tink asked her, opening the work bag she had brought.
"Might as well," Regina said, sighing. "We have enough time."
Tink nodded, looking at Robin. "You okay to read and write in the car?"
"I am," he said, pulling out his pad. "Do you need me to work on my laptop? I brought it."
Regina shook her head. "I think we'll be fine without it."
He nodded, ready to right. "Alright. Then where are we starting?"
"Tink?" Regina turned to her chief of staff. "What's first?"
Shuffling through some papers, Tink handed her a few. "Why don't we review some of the proposals so you're prepared for your meetings in Hyperion?"
"Makes sense," Regina said, sipping the tea Granny had prepared for her. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Robin checked one of his papers. "You're going to meet with the mayor of Hyperion-by-the-Sea at the Museum of Maritime History."
"Are they looking for more funds?" Regina asked, certain that was the only reason he would want to meet her there. There were other buildings in Hyperion-by-the-Sea that looked better in photos.
"Pretty much," Tink said, handing her a piece of paper. "This has their financial statements from the past couple years."
Regina looked it over, frowning as she took in the numbers. "They've received a significant amount of funding from the palace already. What are they doing with it?"
"That's the million-dollar question," Tink told her. "They've never responded to our requests to submit detail explanations of how they've been using the funds."
"Well, that's suspicious," Regina said, wondering if there was some embezzlement or misappropriation of funds going on. She didn't want to give them more money until she knew exactly how they would spend it.
Tink nodded. "I know."
"So are you denying their request?" Robin asked, brows furrowed. There was something in his tone that made Regina feel bad, as if she really was the Evil Queen who denied needed funds to important institutions like a museum because of something minor.
Though money that was unaccounted for was far from minor.
"I don't know," she replied, deciding to stick with a neutral answer. "But I think some further investigation is required before I do make a decision."
"I agree," Tink said, pulling out her phone. "I'll tell August to change the speech so we leave that more ambiguous and not make any promises."
Regina nodded, relieved. "That sounds good. What else am I doing today, Robin?"
"You have lunch with the mayor and his wife immediately after the museum trip," he said. "And then you're going to be meeting with community leaders."
"That's about the community garden," Tink said, pulling out more papers. "Victoria Belfrey wants to dig it up and build a condo."
Regina frowned. "Victoria Belfrey? I don't believe I've heard that name before."
"Surprise, surprise," Robin muttered.
Frowning, Regina wondered what that was supposed to mean. As she wondered how to respond, Tink did it for her. "Do you have something to say?" she asked.
Robin's eyes widened before he sat up straighter. "I was just surprised. There's been a lot of talk about Victoria Belfrey on social media lately."
"Oh," she replied. "I'm not really on social media. The palace has its own accounts and staff operate them."
He hummed. "Of course."
Guilt filled Regina at Robin's tone. She trusted the staff who ran the social media accounts and none of her "scandals" in the media ever involved whatever was posted there. But maybe she needed to get reports from her staff to understand what was happening there. Maybe she needed more than just the news round up Robin gave her daily.
"Well, since you're so knowledgeable about Victoria Belfrey, maybe you should tell Regina about her," Tink suggested, an edge to her voice that made Regina shoot her a warning glare. She did not want Robin to feel like an outsider on her team.
"Oh," Robin said, clearly caught off-guard. "Um, sure. Well, she's a developer who has overseen several building projects in Hyperion-by-the-Sea. She even has a tower with her name on it that she built right in the middle of the city. It's the tallest building, towering over City Hall."
Regina hummed, believing she already had a good understanding of who Victoria Belfrey was. She wanted to be the most important and believed she was really the one who ran Hyperion-by-the-Sea, not the duly elected officials. "Go on."
"There's a lot of speculation that Victoria gets around a lot of building regulations," he continued. "There's no proof but many online believe she may have someone in the building commissioner's office in her pocket."
"Interesting," Regina said, tapping her pen against her pad as her mind began to work. If there was corruption at any level of the government, she wanted it rooted out and stopped. She would need to pay close attention during her visit to determine if an investigation was needed into Victoria Belfrey.
He nodded, a fire in his eyes. "But the community garden situation has to be the worst."
"How so?" she asked, intrigued by how passionate he was getting.
"Victoria Belfrey is trying to change the neighborhood and force out families and businesses that have been there for years if not generations," he said. "And it is symbolized by her quest to destroy the community garden that has been there for decades so she can put up condos."
Regina frowned. "I assume the community garden is still in use?"
He hesitated before saying: "Well, that's part of the issue. It suffered significant damage during a major storm a few years ago and while the community has tried to clean it, they've gotten almost no support from the government. And then out of the blue, they condemned the property."
"They condemned a community garden?" Regina asked, incredulous.
"Yes," he said. "Which allowed Victoria Belfrey a chance to claim it and attempt to tear it down."
Tink frowned as she held out her phone. "It doesn't look too bad."
Regina took the phone and studied the picture Tink had found. It showed a garden that needed some cleaning but nothing a good day of hard work couldn't fix. There were several tree branches to be cleared and some litter that had to be picked up. A few things needed to be repaired but it was certainly nowhere near a lost cause. The need for a corruption probe was growing by the minute.
"No, it doesn't," Regina said, handing the phone back. "It definitely needs some love and care but nothing that would warrant condemnation."
"It's not fair," Robin replied. "Victoria Belfrey should not be able to cheat and destroy an entire community."
She nodded. "You're right."
His eyes widened slightly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she said, hoping they were about to have a breakthrough. "You seem very passionate about this."
"I guess I am," he replied, letting out a shaky breath. "I just really hate injustice, you know?"
She nodded, having seen flashes of that in the short time he had worked for her. "I can tell."
"Well, I think that was a very good briefing on that," Tink said. "Maybe we should move on to the next item on the agenda."
"Do you need a minute?" Regina asked, concerned that Robin needed to calm down and gather his thoughts again. They had plenty of time and could take a break if necessary.
He shook his head. "I'm fine. Moving on, we have free time before the state dinner at the mayor's mansion."
"We can retreat to the hotel," Tink said. "That way we'll have plenty of time and room to get ready."
Regina nodded. "That sounds good. Anything about the dinner I should know?"
"It should be your typical state dinner," Tink said. "Robin, can you see if we were sent a guest list?"
"Sure," he said, going through his papers as the limo continued its way to Hyperion-by-the-Sea.
Regina leaned back against her seat, finding the atmosphere in the limo to be lighter than she had expected. She wasn't sure but she hoped Robin had just had a turning point with her. Maybe now he wouldn't be so formal and distant with her, realizing she wasn't the person the media portrayed her as. If so, maybe they could finally have a close working relationship akin to the one she had enjoyed with Ivy.
Maybe this was the start of a new beginning.
They entered the hotel through the back entrance. A manager greeted them and bowed as the Queen approached him. "Your Majesty, we are honored that you have chosen to stay in our hotel," he said.
"Thank you," she replied. "I always enjoy my stays with you and look forward to this one, even if it is just a brief one."
"Your rooms are all ready," the manager said. "Some of your team already is up there. I can escort the rest of you there now."
Queen Regina nodded. "We would like that. Thank you."
The manager led them through the utility corridor and Robin followed behind the Queen and Tink. August and Kathryn kept up with him and he leaned closer to August. "What happens now?"
"We get to use a special elevator and it will take us to the penthouse," August said. "Guards are already there, ready to protect Regina and by extension, us."
Robin nodded. "And then we get ready for the dinner?"
"You get ready for the dinner," August told him. "We get to change into comfortable clothes and enjoy room service."
"So I'm going to eat at the dinner?" Robin asked, feeling confused. Did assistants and staff members eat with the dignitaries? Or was he expected to wait until after dinner, no matter how hungry he was.
Kathryn motioned to Tink. "I'm sure Tink will brief you once Regina is settled."
"I hope so," Robin replied, hoping he wouldn't have to go into dinner that night blind. He was certain it would only bring disaster.
The manager ushered them onto a rather spacious elevator and used a keycard before pressing a button. Robin watched the doors close before they started to rise rapidly. Silence filled the space until the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened again. "This is our penthouse," the manager said, holding the door open button.
Graham walked off the elevator first before Queen Regina followed him. Everyone else filed off the elevator as Robin looked around the spacious living room and kitchen. It looked more like an apartment than a hotel room.
"This is nice," he said.
"I know, right?" August said, grinning. "Wait until you see your room."
Robin raised an eyebrow. "I have my own room?"
"Yes," Kathryn said. "What did you expect?"
"I dunno, I guess that I would be sharing with someone," Robin said, though he had honestly expected to be sleeping on the couch just in case Queen Regina needed someone to bring something to her in the night.
Either way, he was wrong.
August chuckled, shaking his head. "We all get our own rooms."
"That's right," Tink said, handing cards to Kathryn and August. She motioned to rooms nearby. "Yours are over there."
They took their keys and thanked her. August raised his card key. "Enjoy the dinner, Robin."
"Thanks," he said, following Tink across the living room. He didn't see the Queen and figured she had already been whisked away to her room to get ready for the dinner.
Tink stopped in front of a door, holding out a keycard. "This is your room. I'll be upstairs with the Queen."
"Okay," he said, getting the distinct feeling that he was supposed to be the one in the room by the Queen but not wanting to call Tink on it just yet. He was happy to have some space between himself and Queen Regina for now.
"Dinner is at eight so we should meet back here around seven to work everything out," Tink said. "The Queen is always the last person to arrive so we will likely get there closer to eight."
He nodded, recalling the briefing from security he had read after learning his new assignment was with the Queen. "If the Queen is a guest, everyone else should already be there to greet her. It also makes spotting security threats easier to spot," she said.
"Exactly," she agreed. "Graham will have a security team there already and he will be with the Queen. Everything should be safe."
"Good," Robin said, more concerned for his safety rather than the Queen's. "Now, about the dinner…"
Tink tilted her head. "What about it?"
"Well, none of the briefings I've read mention what the Queen's staff does when at a dinner with her," he said, feeling sheepish. "And since this is my first one…"
"Right," Tink replied. "Right, I forgot."
"Oh," he said, not sure if that was a compliment or not.
She continued. "You, Graham and I will hover behind her as she greets all the guests and makes a little small talk. Once she's seated with the other guests, we'll take turns eating in the kitchen so one of us is always out in the dining room with her. We usually are seated at a small table not far from the big one."
"Makes sense," he said. "Does she need us often?"
"Not usually but there may be times she needs us to confirm some piece of information or to help set up a meeting," Tink replied.
He nodded. "I can do that."
"I know," she said. "Now, you have a couple hours. Get some rest and then get ready. You got my instructions about what to wear, right?"
"Yes," he replied. "I have a black suit with a black tie."
She gave him a thumbs up. "Perfect. See you at seven."
"See you then," he said, scanning his keycard. The door unlocked and he stepped inside, letting out a big sigh once the door closed. He was finally alone and could decompress for a couple hours, processing everything that had happened so far.
Rubbing his neck, Robin loosened his tie and sat on the bed. Being stuck in a car with the Queen had not been as bad as he had thought. They had all gotten a lot of work done and he realized that perhaps he had misjudged the type of ruler she was. Queen Regina was knowledgeable about many parts of her kingdom and seemed to want what was best for Mist Haven.
She apparently worked as hard as she partied.
It almost made him wonder what else he was wrong about when it came to her.
"John is not going to believe this," he said to himself, imagining his friend's shocked face when Robin recounted everything that had happened.
He should probably take a picture so they could preserve that moment.
But that was not for almost twenty-four hours. First, he had to get through a state dinner and the Queen's second day of engagements. Robin checked the time and decided to catch a quick nap. Then he would shower and get ready for dinner.
After shedding his suit and hanging it up, Robin slid into the hotel bed in just his boxers and undershirt. The mattress was soft and he sank into it, pulling the luxurious sheets and blankets over him. He sighed as he set his alarm, his eyes already starting to close as his body relaxed. Sleep tugged on him as he decided there were a lot of perks to working for the Queen and sleeping on a cloud was one of them.
It felt like he had just closed his eyes when the alarm went off again. But as he silenced it and stretched out, he felt refreshed. The soft mattress and linens had wrapped him in comfort and allowed him to have one of the deepest sleeps of his life. Pushing the blankets back, he gathered his toiletry bag and padded to the bathroom. He was excited to see how luxurious it was.
Flipping on the light, he gaped at the spacious bathroom, swearing it was almost the size of his bedroom back home. He closed the door behind him as he looked over the sink with plenty of counter space and a mirror that ran the length of the wall. The toilet was next to it and then a towel rack with a bathtub on his right. Directly across from him was a glass door and when he opened it, he found a shower stall with the shower head directly overhead. "Oh, this is going to be great," he said to himself as he started the water.
He shed his undershirt and boxers before grabbing a cloth to wash his body. Robin climbed under the warm water, letting it cascade over him and wet his hair instantly. Some strands fell into his eyes and he pushed them back, wiping excess water from his face. The warm water massaged his body, relaxing him even more after his short nap. If this was what he got, he could only imagine what the Queen's bathroom would be like.
It's good to be the king, he thought, recalling a comedy movie he had once watched. He then paused before amending it. It's good to be the queen.
Robin washed his hair with the shampoo provided by the hotel before also using their soap, enjoying the fresh scent from it. It wouldn't be too overpowering or conflict with his aftershave, so he would at least smell good at the state dinner. And hopefully by the time he was done with his after-shower routine and changed, he would look good as well.
Turning off the water, he opened the door and grabbed a towel. He ran it over his body before wrapping it around his waist. Robin grabbed a second towel to start drying his hair as he approached the counter. Letting the towel rest on his shoulders, he wiped away the condensation on the mirror to see himself before pulling out his shaving kit. It was time to trim his beard so he looked presentable.
After finishing with his face and putting on a splash of aftershave, he then dried his hair and ran a comb through it. His hair felt silkier and more manageable as he placed some gel in it, styling it so he looked professional but still like himself. Robin returned to the shower and took note of the shampoo brand, certain it was likely expensive. But he also knew he could afford to splurge more now that he worked for the palace. In the past few months, he had earned the equivalent of half his annual salary at his old job. He was on track to double that salary.
It certainly wasn't going to make him as rich as the Queen but it was going to afford him a more comfortable life than he had previously been able to afford. Maybe once his and John's lease was up, they could find a better apartment to move to.
Or better yet, maybe he could buy a house.
"Slow down, Robin," he told himself, setting the shampoo down. "Let's not rush into anything. Wait until your first year is up and then decide what to do. For now, focus on the dinner."
He nodded at his reflection, his mind back on his job for that evening. Robin left the bathroom and retrieved fresh underwear to put on before changing into his black suit and white shirt. After tying his black tie and putting on his shoes, he checked his reflection. He almost looked like one of the guards that were always around Regina and knew he would be able to blend into the background like he was supposed to.
"Alright," he said, grabbing his phone as he saw it was almost seven o'clock. "It's showtime."
Tucking his phone into the pocket sewn into the inside of his suit jacket, he opened the door and stepped out into the living room. August and Kathryn stood in the kitchen, both in comfortable clothing in preparation for a relaxing night off. Both looked up as he approached them, nodding in approval. "Perfect," August said.
"Thanks," Robin replied. "You two getting ready to have dinner?"
"We've placed our order to room service, yes," Kathryn replied. "But really, we want to see Regina."
August nodded. "Cru de Vil from the House de Vil is dressing her for this entire visit. Her designs for the queen are always amazing."
"Agreed," Kathryn said. "The one she designed for the Founder's Day ball a few months ago was breathtaking."
"I don't really recall that," Robin replied honestly. "I'm usually not one to follow fashion."
Or the royalty until now.
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "Of course not. But you'll see her dress tonight. I have no doubt it will be just as beautiful as that one."
August nodded. "Cru never fails Regina."
"Of course not," Kathryn said. "Not only is she Regina's friend, it's also amazing publicity for her. And Regina is happy to give it to her since it also promotes Mist Haven along with her friend."
"She does love promoting Mist Haven designers," he agreed.
That surprised Robin. "She often wears Mist Haven designers?"
"Yes," August replied. "Though she does have a weakness for Gucci. If she's not wearing a Mist Haven designer, likely Cru de Vil, she wears Gucci."
"That is true," Kathryn agreed. "She does love Gucci."
Robin hummed, wondering how many taxpayers' dollars went into buying designer clothes for the Queen rather than resources the community really needed. He wondered how many libraries could be funded or potholes fixed if they sold her wardrobe. Maybe he could figure it out and find a way to get that money returned to where it belonged.
But all in good time.
"Oh, she looks amazing. I think Cru topped herself again" August said, pulling Robin away from his thoughts. He looked up at the staircase, watching as the Queen descended from her room above.
And he forgot how to breathe.
Robin had always recognized the Queen as a beautiful woman on some level but her beauty really struck him now as she came down the stairs. He still didn't really know who Cru de Vil was but it was clear she made beautiful dresses. Or maybe the Queen made the dresses beautiful.
Perhaps it was both.
She wore a pale blue dress with sheer sleeves that barely covered her shoulder. The dress had a square neckline that only showed a hint of the Queen's cleavage. It was lined with small gems that glistened in the summer sun as it came in through the nearest window. The top part of the dress had material with floral designs embroidered on it.
The part though that drew Robin's attention the most was the skirt. Roses made of different colors of silk – pinks, purples, oranges, yellows – fell in tiers and grew wider until it reached the floor. It seemed to be the perfect dress for a summer soiree and he was impressed with Cru de Vil's creativity.
"You look beautiful," Kathryn said, once again shaking him from his thoughts. "Everyone is going to love that dress."
"You think?" The Queen sounded nervous as her hands went to smooth down her skirt. As they brushed the first few flowers, she realized she couldn't do that and dropped her arms to her side. "It's not too much?"
They all shook their heads, Robin included. "It's perfect," Tink assured her.
"Your hair also looks amazing too," August added. "Great job, Ruby."
A dark-haired woman behind Regina beamed and Robin figured she was Ruby just by the red streaks in her hair even before she spoke. "Thanks, August. I was able to find this fascinator after Cru shared the designs for the dress and I'm quite proud of myself."
She reached out and gently tapped one of the blue silk flowers resting in the Queen's dark hair. Her hair was curled and pulled back behind her head with some tendrils staying loose and resting on her shoulders. Lace covered her forehead and Robin knew that if had been white instead of blue, she would've looked like a bride.
Regina would make a beautiful bride.
"What do you think, Robin?" the Queen asked, looking at him nervously. "Is it too much or just right?"
He was surprised that she cared what he thought. After all, he was just her assistant and she was the Queen. Why would she need his reassurance as well? But there was something in her eyes that gave him pause, that made him wonder if she valued his opinion more than he realized.
Or maybe she just needed her ego stroked and expected everyone on her staff to do that.
Robin decided to hedge his bets and be as honest as possible without being too effusive. "It's just right. You look beautiful," he told her.
"Thank you," she said, her expression brightening as her shoulders relaxed. It didn't help Robin decide if she genuinely cared about his opinion or if she just needed an ego boost.
Graham stepped into the room, an earpiece in his ear. "The car is ready, Regina."
She nodded, taking a deep breath as Tink handed her a light blue clutch with pink and purple flowers embroidered on it. "Then let's go."
"Robin, can you hold the door and bring up the rear?" Tink asked. "Graham, you can lead us out."
"Have fun tonight!" Kathryn called out as Graham exited into the hall and the Queen headed for the door.
"Thank you," the Queen said, pausing right in front of Robin as he held the door open for her. She looked back at Kathryn, smiling softly. "I hope you and August enjoy your night as well."
Robin realized this was the closest he had been to the Queen since starting as her assistant. Usually they kept their distance, often with a desk between them. Now she was close enough for him to look her over, realizing that even though she no doubt wore heels under her dress, she was still shorter than him. Her black hair had brown undertones that were almost as warm as the color of her eyes. There was a tiny scar on her upper lip that was barely hidden by her makeup, almost as if whoever had done it hadn't bothered to cover it up. Was that something the Queen asked for? Or was that was the best the makeup artist could do?
More importantly, how did a queen get such a scar? Certainly royalty like her were essentially wrapped in bubble wrap and not allowed to do anything that could get them hurt?
At least the scar kept his gaze from drifting lower. The last thing he needed was to be caught ogling the Queen's breasts. He did allow himself a quick peek with the excuse of admiring the Queen's necklace – a rather interesting one that was just a big rectangle of some purple crystal. The Queen didn't often wear clothing that showed off her breasts, which Robin felt was a shame as from what he could see, she had a magnificent pair of breasts that could almost distract from her true nature.
The Queen then turned and her eyes met his for a moment. He froze, holding his breath as he gazed into her eyes. Based on everything he had heard in the media, he expected to see ice in the chocolate-colored depths. Instead, they were warm. He thought he detected a bit of fear in them as well, which surprised him.
Why would the Queen be afraid?
"Come on, Regina," Tink said, urging the Queen to leave. "We don't want to be late."
The Queen nodded, lifting her skirt as she continued walking into the hallway. Robin waited until Tink had passed him before closing the door, following the two to the elevator. It opened as he reached them and he stepped in, careful not to step on the Queen's skirt – he did not want to ruin such a beautiful creation or force them to be late because she needed to change into another dress.
"Here we go," Graham said, closing the elevator doors. "The manager has the hallway clear so we can just go straight to the garage with no issues."
"Good," the Queen replied. "Let's hope the same is true for the party."
Robin stood in the corner, wondering what she meant by that. Did she think the mayor and his wife wouldn't throw a good party? Or did she worry that something would happen – or that someone would try to hurt her? He started to lean toward that explanation, knowing that there were always security concerns around the Queen and she likely would worry as well.
"You're going to be fine, Regina," Tink said. "Just relax and be yourself."
"Easier said than done," the Queen murmured under her breath. That surprised Robin and he wondered why the Queen couldn't just be herself?
Or did she know that the media was correct about who she really was?
The elevator stopped and Graham opened the doors again. "Alright, the car should only be a few steps away. Follow me, Regina."
"Robin and I will be right behind you," Tink said, fixing the Queen's skirt as she left the elevator. She then motioned for Robin to follow her and he did, feeling confused. He wasn't sure if he was seeing a new side of the Queen or witnessing the manipulation that seemed to allow almost everyone else to think she was a good person.
Maybe they are all right, a voice whispered. Maybe you're the one being manipulated to believe she's the Evil Queen incarnate.
He almost came to a stop as that thought hit him. Was it possible that the media was lying about her? But if that was the case, why? What could they have to gain by convincing the people that the Queen was an awful person and a lousy ruler?
"Robin?" Tink asked, paused at the door. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," he said, realizing they were waiting for him. He climbed into the car with Tink, settling across from the Queen. Robin decided to keep an eye on the Queen as this was his first time seeing her at a state dinner. How she acted tonight would tell him everything he needed to know.
Then he would know if she was the Evil Queen or not.
"We're here, Regina," Graham said as the limo came to a stop. He looked over the divider. "I'll be right there to escort you."
Regina nodded, taking a deep breath. She once again wanted to smooth down her skirt but knew she couldn't because of the beautiful silk flowers Cru had sewn into her skirt. Her friend knew her nervous tics and often designed her outfits to help prevent them. This dress was no different.
Tink took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're going to be fine."
"I hope so," Regina said, hearing her mother's voice in the back of her mind. It wasn't forming discernible words yet but Regina knew it was only a matter of time before the scolding would begin.
She already felt like throwing up.
Graham opened the door, frowning. "The media is here."
"Oh," Regina said, her heart dropping. "I didn't expect to do a press call."
"It'll be okay," Tink assured her. "We'll go out, take some pictures and then go inside. That's it."
She nodded, hoping she didn't mess that up. Taking a deep breath, she took Graham's hand. "Let's get this over with then."
"It'll be quick, Regina," he promised, helping her out of the limo. "You'll see."
"I hope so," she replied, waiting for Tink to sort out her skirt as Robin climbed out of the limo.
Graham turned to him. "You stay in the back of the Queen and try to stay out of the pictures, got it?"
"Got it," Robin said, glancing at Regina. She was unable to read his expression as Graham then propelled her forward toward the door.
Flashes went off around her and people started to shout for her. Graham held up his hand, quieting the crowd. "Her Majesty will pose for a few pictures but then she must get inside for the dinner," he said.
Regina nodded, trying to remember the modeling lessons her mother had her to take as a teenager so she didn't look so awkward posing in pictures. But every time she faced a camera, she stiffened up and even though she was able to execute the poses, she still looked awkward and her smile fake. She feared these pictures would look the same.
She then saw Robin walk past her, staying behind her as instructed. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of the change in him back in the hotel. Robin had looked awestruck when he saw her in the dress she wore and had complimented her. Then there was the moment that passed between them when she was leaving the hotel room. It was clear that he was admiring her and she had taken a moment to admire him as well – the way his hair glinted gold in the light, how blue his eyes were, the trimmed beard and mustache, and how well tailored his suit was. He looked like he could be her escort rather than her assistant.
If only…
"Turn left," Tink whispered to her. "You've been facing forward too long."
Regina did as she was instructed, now able to see Robin better. She smiled softly as she reached up, toying with a curl. His expression remained neutral but he did tilt his head, making her wonder if he was intrigued by her – in a good way now.
She then turned to the right so the cameras could get a different angle, hitting one of the poses she learned as a teenager. Regina leaned back while holding her clutch out a bit to create a different type of silhouette for the pictures.
"Your Majesty, who designed your dress?" someone called out.
"As always, Her Majesty's dress was designed by Mist Haven's own Cru de Vil," Tink said, starting to motion for Regina to head for the door. "Her Majesty must head inside now. Thank you."
Regina started to raise her hand to wave to the cameras when someone else called out a question. "Isn't Cruella de Vil notorious for using fur from endangered animals for her designs?"
"Not Cruella de Vil," Tink replied, shooting the person a look. "Cru de Vil. Thank you."
She and Graham hurried Regina into the building as her blood boiled. Cru worked hard and was a brilliant designer in her own right but it seemed she could never escape her mother's notorious and rather bloody shadow. Regina and Mal had encouraged their friend to change her name but Cru stayed firm, wanting to reclaim it from her mother's legacy. But it seemed it was a losing battle because people still mistook her for her mother, despite Cruella de Vil being dead for several years now.
"Why can't they ever do their damn research?" she asked, angry that her friend had to keep fighting for her reputation. It wasn't fair.
"Don't worry about it," Tink told her. "Take a deep breath and calm down. You don't want to meet the mayor angry."
She nodded, knowing Tink had a point. Regina took a deep breath and let her frustration and anger leave her body as she exhaled. Opening her eyes, she squared her shoulders as she said: "Let's go."
Graham motioned for her to walk forward and she did, approaching two double doors. Two guards opened them and the mayor stood on the other side with his wife. He was a rather short and pudgy man with balding hair that he tried to disguise with creative hairstyles while his wife was a tall, willowy woman with dark gray curls. He wore a tuxedo with a red cummerbund and she wore a white dress with gold sequin patterns on the skirt. Both bowed as she approached. "Your Majesty, welcome," his wife said.
"Thank you," Regina replied, bowing her head to acknowledge them. "I am honored that you have welcomed me into your home."
"Well, it's really the people's house," the mayor replied. "We are merely stewards while I am fortunate enough to serve the good people of Hyperion-by-the-Sea."
Regina wasn't sure if that was just how he always was or if he just could never turn off the grandstanding. Either way, she just gave what she hoped was a vague platitude before following the mayor and his wife into the grand ballroom for dinner. The tables were set up as a large square around the room and she noticed many different people waiting for her so their dinner could begin. By her quick estimate, she believed there had to be almost one hundred people there.
Who knew Hyperion-by-the-Sea had that many dignitaries?
The mayor pulled out an ornate gold chair with a beautifully embroidered cushion Regina already knew was going to be uncomfortable. "Your Majesty," he said, motioning for her to sit.
"Thank you," she said, knowing no one else would sit until she did. Carefully tucking her skirt under her, she sat down and tried not to wince when she discovered the seat was even more uncomfortable than she had thought. She wished more people would opt for comfort over style when choosing the décor for her visits.
Her bottom and back would certainly appreciate it.
"This is one of our grandest chairs," he told her. "It was made by the first mayor of our city for the first royal visit and is on loan from the museum."
"Oh," she replied, now even more worried. The last thing she needed to do was accidentally ruin or destroy such a prized and ancient treasure and she feared she would figure out a way to do just that.
She would have to sit extra still now.
Everyone else sat down as the mayor's wife nodded to some servers. The mayor leaned over to Regina. "Would you like to do the honors, Your Majesty?"
"Oh," she said, her mind going blank as she tried to remember if she was to start the dinner or defer to the mayor's wife. She wished Ivy was there – her assistant always knew what Regina was supposed to do.
It was probably past time to start training Robin on that as well.
Realizing that she had been quiet far too long, she took a deep breath and decided that when in doubt, compromise usually worked best. "I would be honored to share them with your lovely wife. After all, this is your home."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," the mayor's wife said, beaming. It seemed Regina had chosen the right course of action. "Shall you start?"
Catching Tink's nod out of the corner of her eye, Regina took a deep breath. "I would love to. Thank you."
She accepted a wine glass from a server and raised it up. "To the people of Hyperion-by-the-Sea for their warm welcome, exemplified most especially by their mayor and his wife, and to everyone here. May tonight be filled with good food, good conversation and good memories. Cheers."
"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses before the room was filled with the sound of clinking glass. The mayor tapped his against Regina's before they took sips of the wine inside.
The mayor's wife set her glass down before smiling. She opened her hands as she said: "Please, enjoy the meal we have prepared for you. Servers, bring out the food!"
Regina watched as the doors to the kitchen opened and servers walked out carrying large trays over their shoulders. They began to hand out plates to everyone as the first course, a salad, was served. One was placed in front of her and she nodded, picking up her fork as she poked at the salad. She usually considered herself a foodie but something about the salad and its too dark and too limp leaves gave her some pause.
"Is something wrong, Your Majesty?" the mayor asked, looking concerned.
"Not at all," she lied, noticing the others were eating with no issues. She took a deep breath and speared some lettuce with her fork. Placing it in her mouth, she hoped that she did not wince from the bitter taste. Regina chewed and swallowed, washing it down with a sip of her wine.
The mayor smiled, assured everything was fine. "If you like the salad, then you're going to love our next course," he told her.
"I can't wait," she said, once again lying through her teeth. She worried she was going to end up either drinking copious amounts of wine to wash down every dish she ate or be forced to come up with a reason not to consume everything that didn't insult her hosts.
She was going to be drunk by the end of the event.
"Can I get you something, Your Majesty?" a server asked, bowing lower so he could hear her better over the low din of conversation filling the room.
"Yes," she replied, relieved. "Can I get a glass of water, please?"
He nodded. "I will get that for you right away."
Relief filled her as she took another bite of the salad. The bitter taste filled her mouth and she once again used wine to swallow it down. Hopefully the water would also help and she wouldn't have to get drunk in order to enjoy her dinner.
Though she still hoped the next course would be much better than the salad.
"Here you go," the server said, setting a glass of water in front of her. "Please let me know if I can you anything, Your Majesty."
She nodded. "I will. Thank you."
He walked away and she managed to finish her salad by alternating between sips of wine and water to wash it down. Regina laid her fork down as the mayor turned to her. "Did you enjoy the salad, Your Majesty?"
"I did," she replied. "What exactly was it? I don't think I've had it before."
"Oh, it's a special blend here in Hyperion-by-the-Sea," he replied. "It's a base of seaweed…"
Regina stopped listening as she felt her stomach turn. While she knew that seaweed was edible, it still did not appeal to her. And now that she knew that she had been eating seaweed, she could confidently say that she did not like it.
Though not out loud at this moment. She didn't want to offend the people of Hyperion-by-the-Sea.
"I can give someone the recipe to bring to your chef if you want," the mayor offered, bringing her back to the conversation.
"Oh," she replied, hesitating for a moment. "That would be wonderful. Thank you."
She figured it wouldn't hurt to have the recipe so her staff could prepare it when she had the mayor and his wife to the palace. Regina, though, vowed to never eat it again if she could help it. It would be more difficult when she visited Hyperion-by-the-Sea but there was likely some medical reason she could make up that would prevent her from eating seaweed again. Dr. Whale probably would be willing to help as well when he heard what it was.
The servers cleared away the plates and Regina dabbed her mouth with her napkin. She then realized that most people were engaged in various conversations while she sat there, silent and alone. Like most moments like this, Regina wished she had a consort by her side to talk with her or help her engage with others. She glanced over to where Robin stood with Tink, watching as he talked with the mayor's aide. The two laughed and seemed relaxed as Robin easily conversed with him. It was a skill Regina coveted but more than that, she wished that Robin was seated by her side and helping her with it instead.
If only…
"Ahh, here comes the second course," the mayor said as server emerged from the kitchen with soup bowls on their trays. "I hope you enjoy the soup, Your Majesty."
Regina smiled. "I'm sure I will. What is it?"
"It's seafood soup," the mayor said. "Using some of our most abundant fishes."
"That sounds delicious," Regina replied, hopeful that the soup would be more edible than the salad. The server set the bowl down in front of her and she picked up her spoon, dipping it into the creamy concoction inside.
The mayor gently placed his hand on her arm. "Not everyone has been served yet, Your Majesty," he said softly.
"Oh," she replied, setting her spoon down again as heat filled her cheeks. "My apologies."
He shook his head. "No need. I know you can't see the other side of the table. I will be happy to let you know once everyone has been served."
"Thank you," Regina said, her mother's voice getting louder as she berated Regina for forgetting her manners. Blinking back some tears, Regina tried to silence the voice by telling herself it was an honest mistake – she thought she was the last one served so that she could eat right way along with everyone else. She didn't know that she was just the halfway point.
Excuses, Mother snapped. When will you stop just making excuses for your poor behavior? When will you stop be an embarrassment to this family?
"Your Majesty?" The mayor's voice broke through her thoughts and Regina looked up to find him smiling softly at her. "Everyone has been served."
She nodded, picking up her spoon again. "Thank you. I'm eager to try this soup."
"It's very good," he replied. "I think you'll like it."
Regina eagerly took the first spoonful and placed it in her mouth. The different flavors mixed together in her mouth and it took all her willpower not to gag. She managed to swallow and once again washed it down with a general sip of wine. Waving over a server, she ordered another glass of wine. Perhaps on their own, Hyperion-by-the-Sea's seafood offerings were amazing but in this soup, they clearly did not mix well.
Or at least, she thought so. Looking around, she realized everyone else eagerly ate their soup and no one seemed to have the same reaction as she did. Accepting the second glass of wine as the server took her first one away, Regina was determined to get through the meal and pretend she liked it as much as everyone else. The last thing she needed was to insult the people of Hyperion-by-the-Sea by rejecting their local cuisine.
The media would have a field day for weeks, especially over the slower summer news cycle.
So she needed to give an award-winning performance and pray she could get something to eat once she returned to the hotel.
"Robin, if you want to head into the kitchen to eat, now's your best time," Tink said, sidling up to him. "The main course should take a good half-hour to forty-five minutes. After that, the mingling and conversations will really begin and you don't have another chance until we get back to the hotel."
He nodded as his stomach growled. But he was still a gentleman, so he asked: "What about you?"
"I just finished eating," she assured him. "So now it's your turn. Enjoy."
"I will," he replied, pleased that she had already eaten. He felt better about slipping into the kitchen. "Thank you."
The mayor's assistant, Remy, squeezed his shoulder. "Come with me. I'll show you where the kitchen is."
Relieved and grateful, Robin nodded. "Lead the way."
Leaving the dining room, Remy led Robin down a quiet hallway and through some silver double doors. Heat hit Robin first before he took in the metallic décor of the kitchen as white-clad chefs and servers rushed around the room. One nodded at them and pointed to a far corner. "You can sit there. We'll bring you over some food in a minute," she said.
"Thanks, Collette," Remy replied. "We'll stay out of your hair."
He guided Robin to a table and they took their seats. "So, is this your first state dinner with the queen?" Remy asked.
"Yes," Robin replied. "I've only worked for her for a few months."
Remy nodded. "I didn't think Ivy had been gone that long."
"Ivy was her former assistant?" Robin asked, not knowing much about his predecessor or why she had left. She probably just got tired of the queen, he figured.
"Yeah," Remy said, chuckling. "Hell in high heels. You did not want to cross her."
Robin nodded. "Was it her or the queen?"
"Probably both," Remy replied, shrugging. "I know Ivy and Queen Regina worked well together. They were like two peas in a pod from what I could tell."
"She and I are nothing alike," Robin said, sighing. "I mean, I get my job done and I am not scared to raise hell to do so but I doubt anyone would call me hell on wheels. I prefer to take a more…gentlemanly tact. After all, you catch more flies with honey."
Remy nodded. "True. But sometimes, I've learned that you need a little vinegar to get things done as well. Ivy seemed to understand that balance."
"Oh," Robin replied, wondering if he was falling short of his predecessor. "I never got a chance to meet her. She was gone by the time I got there so there was no cross-training. Tink has been training me."
"Tink knows her stuff too," Remy said. "So what do you think of the Queen?"
Robin shrugged, deciding to be diplomatic. "I'm still getting to know her."
"She does seem to be a bit standoffish," Remy agreed. "She hasn't really talked with anyone so far at the dinner."
"I noticed that as well," Robin replied, wishing he could spin it in a positive way and be a good assistant but knowing he couldn't. The Queen was once again showing that she thought she was better than everyone else.
Maybe she had just wanted everyone to compliment her back in the hotel room and hadn't been showing any vulnerability after all.
She probably thought she was perfect.
"And then did you see her try to eat before everyone was served?" Remy continued, shaking his head. "What a faux pas! At least the mayor stopped her."
Robin nodded, though he didn't realize that had been a breach of etiquette. "So everyone is supposed to wait until everyone has been served?"
"Pretty much," Remy said. "You would think the queen would know that. I'm sure etiquette has been shoved down her throat since she was a child."
"What a way with words." A chef with short black hair who Robin believed was Collette placed two plates down in front of him and Remy. She looked between the two of them. "You should be careful about what you say, especially if you do not know what you are talking about."
Robin shrunk back a bit while Remy just rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Collette. I know plenty about etiquette."
She scoffed. "You think you do."
"Is that so?" Remy asked. "Why don't you tell me more?"
"No," she replied, shooting him a look filled with more fire than the burners on the stoves. "I am busy trying to serve almost fifty people dinner. I do not have time to teach you manners. You can find out on your own."
She stalked away, shouting orders to some of the servers as they scurried between the dining room and the kitchen. Remy chuckled. "Collette is a hard ass but that's how she got to be the mayor's head chef."
Robin nodded. "I can tell."
"And because she's a great cook," he added, motioning for Robin to eat their meal. "Especially when it comes to seafood, which is great since most of our local cuisine is seafood."
"I noticed," Robin said, thinking of the dishes he saw placed before the guests. "Well, except for the salad."
Remy's smiled widened as he leaned forward. "That was made of seaweed!"
"Seaweed?" Robin asked, tilting his head. He wasn't too sure if he found that interesting or disgusting. "Really?"
"Yeah. It's not a common dish so I guess the mayor really wants to impress the Queen," Remy said.
Robin nodded. "Clearly."
"Too bad we won't get to try it," Remy said. "Looks like we're just stuck with the tilapia."
"I like tilapia," Robin said, cutting into his grilled fish. He took a bite and nearly groaned from all the herbs and savory tastes mixing in his mouth. Swallowing, he said: "This is amazing."
Remy grinned. "I told you. Collette is the best."
"She is," Robin agreed, taking another bite. He and Remy lapsed into silence as they enjoyed their meal, which also included some broccoli florets and jasmine rice. Someone brought them both sparkling water – they were not allowed to drink while on duty – as they finished the delicious meal Collette had made them.
Setting down his fork, Robin grinned. "I'm sure even the Queen enjoyed such a meal."
Remy shrugged. "I hope so. Collette isn't making the Queen's meals."
"Oh?" Robin asked, frowning. "Who is?"
"Skinner," Remy said, motioning to a rather diminutive man in a white coat standing separate from the others. He had a thin black mustache and slicked back hair. Scowling, he barked orders as he oversaw the Queen's meal.
Something about him made the hairs on the back of Robin's neck stand on edge.
"Is he good?" he asked, suddenly worried about the food the Queen was consuming. No matter how he felt about her, he wanted to be a good assistant. Good assistants didn't let their bosses knowingly suffer from food poisoning.
"Yeah," Remy said. "He's not as good as Collette if you ask me but he's a master chef in his own right. The mayor insisted on him working on the Queen's meal so I'm sure it's because he'll give her the best."
Robin nodded, relaxing a bit. "I'm sure."
They pushed their plates away as Robin finished his seltzer. A busboy raced by, picking up their dirty dishes and silverware before hurrying off again. Remy sighed, standing up. "I think we need to head back to the dining room," he said.
"Probably," Robin agreed. "Thanks for eating with me."
"You're welcome," Remy replied. "And if you need any help during the night, you know where to find me."
Robin nodded, holding out his hand to Remy. "I appreciate that."
"I think this is the start of a great friendship," Remy said, shaking his hand. "I hope to see more of you."
"Well, we'll see about that," Robin replied, though he wasn't sure he wanted to divulge his plan to stay only until his year anniversary with the Queen and then ask for a transfer. So, he decided to play it safe. "I do serve at Her Majesty's leisure."
Remy nodded. "Understood. I serve the mayor. If he doesn't win his re-election bid…well, I won't be out of a job but I won't be working here."
"Such is the world of politics," Robin said, even though he had just waded into it after years of working in the world of business.
"Pretty much," Remy agreed. "We just have to survive it."
Robin nodded. "Agreed."
Collette appeared, crossing her arms. "We are clearing the dishes. Stop dallying and get back to your posts!"
"Yes, ma'am," they both said, feeling like chastened children than grown men who were professionals. They left the kitchen and walked down the hallway to the dining room.
Someone poked their head out of a door. "Remy, we need you for a second."
"Coming," he said, turning to Robin. He pointed down the hallway. "Just keep going straight and you'll get back to the dining room."
Robin nodded, thanking him before walking in the direction Remy pointed. He still felt relieved when he saw Tink waiting for him at the end of the hall and picked up his pace, ready to call out to her. But he quickly realized she was looking at someone else and he slowed, wondering who was with her.
"Who cares about the mayor of Hyperion-by-the-Seat, right?"
The Queen.
Of course.
"Regina, you know that's not true," Tink said before sighing. "We'll stick this out until the end but I'm going to have Graham on standby to leave."
"Sounds like we've reached a compromise," the Queen said.
Though he knew he should reveal himself, Robin stayed where he was and rolled his eyes. It seemed the party was not to the Queen's liking and she was trying to leave early. Was it not fancy enough for her? Or did she not think the guests were rich or powerful enough for her time and attention? Perhaps it was a combination of both.
"Has Robin been given instruction on royal etiquette?" the Queen asked, drawing his attention back to her as his heart skipped a beat.
"No," Tink said. "I thought…"
The Queen interrupted her. "It's time. He's been here long enough and should know it."
After a few seconds of silence that made Robin's heart stop, Tink said: "Yes, Regina. I'll train him as soon as we return home."
Panic filled Robin. Had he done something wrong? The evening played in his mind and he believed he had followed everything Tink had told him to do. But had he missed something? Or had he taken too long at dinner? Even Collette had hinted that he and Remy didn't know much about etiquette. Did she know something he should've been doing?
Was his job in danger?
"Good," she said. "I felt lost in there and you were not in my direct eyesight. I need him to know so he can also help with cues."
"You don't need…" Tink stopped talking so Robin figured the Queen had given her a look. Instead, she sighed. "Are you ready to head back inside?"
He heard the Queen stand as her skirts rustled. She then said: "Yes, I am. Let's go."
They walked away and Robin took a moment to process everything he had heard. It seemed the Queen hadn't bothered to learn etiquette – she just had her staff learn it instead and cue her when needed so she didn't completely embarrass herself. Robin didn't know why he was so surprised – it seemed just like her. She didn't really care about anyone but herself so why should she care about being polite to other people?
Robin took a deep breath and pushed himself away from the wall. Learning royal etiquette would help him once he moved on from his position with the Queen. So if he had to remind her how to behave, then so be it. He would do his job and get a good reference from Tink before hopefully getting assigned to someone with empathy.
Ten more months, he reminded himself. You can do this.
Holding his head high, he walked into the dining room and prepared to support the Queen for the rest of the state dinner. But only because it was his job and he would always do his job to the best of his abilities.
Unlike the Queen.
A/N: Robin was so close to realizing the truth. Too bad Remy got in his ear or maybe he would have seen things differently.
Why did Regina's food taste weird? And why did she want to leave early? Because as I'm sure you all know, Robin certainly didn't have the full story.
You'll get some answers next time.
Promise!
-Mac