i enter the dinning hall where she sits with her legs cross, eating an English breakfast. I don't disturb her and go straight to the kitchen .
" Would you mind giving her this pancakes dear" the cook, Marie says to me and I oblige.
" This is so bland " the Princess shrieks and pushes it away from her.
" Go feed it to the dogs on the street " she yells and goes upstairs, slamming her door.
I now realise why Marie asked me to do the task, since I'm new maybe she hoped the Princess won't do what she did
I pick up the pancake from the table while Marie comes rushing
" I'm sorry you had to hear that , give that to me I'll feed it to my nephew, he loves my cooking, unlike someone" she mutters.
After a while, I go to her room with a salad that I prepared and notice her smiling, looking out below through the balcony. I stare at what she's so keenly looking at and find that a little boy is eating something looking quiet jolly, I realise then that its Marie's nephew George who is eating the pancake from the morning breakfast.
She turns around and is so startled that she trips and is about to fall, I catch her right in time and we lock eyes for a moment. She stand straight and coughs embarrassed and squeaks "What do...*Ahem* what do you want?" I point at the dish on her table and she is impressed , I can see that from her expression.
