Nanny Plum washed the clothes and ironed the dry ones. She pays attention to the clock, making sure she has the royal family lunch done.
She hears heels come down the steps. The clicking sound comes from the queen as she stands next to her, examining her work.
"Nanny Plum, when will the clothes be done?"
"They should be done in two minutes, your majesty."
"Perfect, the king instance on a holiday."
"He's just avoiding the elves."
"I know Nanny Plum, but we can't really do anything at the moment."
"Queen Thistle, you can't do anything?"
"Unfortunately I can't. The king has to make the overal decision and he doesn't want to talk about the situation."
"I don't always get along with the elves, but they don't deserve this."
"I know -"
"Nanny!" The women heard. The king's yell echos through the castle. "Nanny!"