6

While the prince and his guardians drink and talk, I find myself hovering just a few tables back to give them their privacy. Even though they do not want me too close to them if I try getting much further away then I earn myself a dirty look from Prince Francis. Apparently even though I am not to get any closer I cannot get too far either. Good to know.

"More ale." One of the guardians says slamming their tankard down.

I rush over with a pitcher of ale and begin refilling it. I make my way around the table and fill everybody else's drinks as well. The entire time, I can feel the Prince's eyes on me. Studying me. I am not sure what he wishes to find but I feel extremely uncomfortable with his assessment.

Once I reach his chair I lean over slightly to pour his ale. He reaches a hand back and begins rubbing it up the back of my leg causing me to jump and spill a few drops of it. Everybody at the table begins laughing as I mutter quick apologies before scampering off to grab a rag to clea