Fifty

“You are late.” The maid said to Curtis as Curtis gritted his teeth in anger. Maids ought not to talk to him like that but this was no ordinary maid, she was the queen special maid and spy and Curtis even sometimes think that she was more loved to the queen than her own daughter and this maid was just as cruel of the queen and was also wrapped in a pretty package too. 

“I had to get away after I was sure that they were drunk from celebrating. If they were not I would not have been able to leave.” Curtis returns as the maid glared at him. 

“The queen is upset with you, why did you not tell her that The Prime minister home was going to be attacked. She gave him many priceless things that was destroyed in that little farce the resistance put up, need I remind you what exactly is still keeping you alive.”  The maid's nose was raised as she said her last piece as snottily as possible while Curtis fists clenched.