Chapter Eight

The queen scowls, her blonde ringlets tumbling off her shoulders. She lifts her head as she pinches her nose in disgust.

"What in God's name have you been doing child? You smell like a barnyard!” she barks.

    I take a step towards her and watch in delight as she recoils from me.

    "This might be hard for you to understand, considering you are a queen who is sloven by nature, but I was helping your knights learn how to better their swordsmanship,” I inform her.

    "I do not care how you got the way you are, go and bathe. Lunch will be served soon, and if you are not clean, you will not eat. Your presence is already a nuisance. Do not make it more so,” she commands.

     I roll my eyes scowling at her.

    Placing a hand on her shoulder I shove her aside, watching as she stumbles.

    "Well then, if you will excuse me, I am going to bathe. You might want to consider it yourself, that perfume is putrid,” I remark.

    I briskly walk away, leaving the queen to stand the