The Queen's Court *ON HOLD FOR EDITING*
Dinner Party Warfare
*Lady Veronica's POV*
My stomach growled louder than the dancer's tambourine as the maim dishes were set in front of us.
A roasted pheasant, stuffed rolls,quail eggs, and a whole pig covered in orange sauce sizzled only a forks length away. I sat on the hand that wasn't in the Prince's and bit my lip until I tasted the metallic blood.
I looked over at Prince Jefferson with eager eyes and he laughed, kissing the top of my head.
As I scanned around the table, I noticed everyone else was greedily looking at the food. With the exception of the bitch who had been staring me down since I first walked in.
Mother seemed to be in a daze talking with the queen. Whatever the queen- who had recently told me to call her Mamma Jess-said she liked, my mother agreed too in a matter of seconds.
The Queen's favorite dish of wild rice with peanut sauce? Apparently it was also my mother's favorite, despite the fact she had a fatal allergy to peanuts.
But that was Mummy Dearest for you.
Antoinette kept shooting me googly eyes ever since Harry came in to guard the door. He was all business in the heavy metal gear of a knight. He sword hung at his side in a threatening manner. Every once in a while when I looked over, he was already looking at me. Then we'd both blush and I turned away.
Jeffery was in his natural habitat, his hazelnut eyes crinkling in the corners whenever the duke shared a funny joke, or when the count's wife's wig would slant further over, threatening to fall.
"Jefferson," I whispered. He took my hands in his and smiled.
"Yes my love?"
"Is it time to eat yet?" He chuckled and kissed my fingertips.
"Of course dearest." I smiled and tweaked his nose.
"Awww LOOK! Isn't that adorable? The Lady Veronica and Prince Jefferson are so in love!!" Someone cooed.
My cheeks burned and I stared down at my hands. Jefferson laughed and kissed me again, this time more for our audience.
I felt eyes lashing into my back and I turned to see Harry glaring at me.
"What's your deal?" I mouthed. He rolled his eyes and returned to his post. I was about to walk over to him and say something just because I could, but I was distracted by Queen Jessabella's call for the start of dinner, and the hundreds of forks and knives diving for the food.
"So Veronica," the woman with the perpetual bitch face said when we had all settled and started eating.
"Hmm?"
"What did you do differently than all the other woman in the kingdom to grab the Prince?" I looked at her sharply.
"You speak of him as if he is a piece of meat, or a prize. I know not what I did different. The Prince simply chose me."
Jefferson nodded, his mouth filled with rolls. When he swallowed he put his arm around my shoulder and smugly faced the lady I had grown to dislike.
"She speaks truth. I chose her because she was different. Not as stuffy as the others. No offense to the lady Antoinette."
Antoinette laughed and shrugged.
"I didn't want to marry you anyways!" She jested. Her mother pinched her arm and she looked at me and giggled.
"Hmmph! Well I do wonder how many children the two of you will bear. Your hips are not of sizeable proportion." Bitch face jumped in again.
Jefferson nearly swallowed his spoon, and I patted him on the back. I looked over to Harry to find him laughing.
"Well that's okay. I don't need rolls like yours to be able to ride him." I sneered.
Now Jefferson really was choking. His face matching the red cushions on which he sat. I looked over to Harry who was no longer laughing. His face was a set in a grim line. Antoinette looked over to me and gave a small head nod of approval.
"Nothing more to say?" I asked looking over to the pinched woman. She took another sip of her wine and left the table. Thoroughly pissed.
Who did she think she was anyways?
My stomach growled louder than the dancer's tambourine as the maim dishes were set in front of us.
A roasted pheasant, stuffed rolls,quail eggs, and a whole pig covered in orange sauce sizzled only a forks length away. I sat on the hand that wasn't in the Prince's and bit my lip until I tasted the metallic blood.
I looked over at Prince Jefferson with eager eyes and he laughed, kissing the top of my head.
As I scanned around the table, I noticed everyone else was greedily looking at the food. With the exception of the bitch who had been staring me down since I first walked in.
Mother seemed to be in a daze talking with the queen. Whatever the queen- who had recently told me to call her Mamma Jess-said she liked, my mother agreed too in a matter of seconds.
The Queen's favorite dish of wild rice with peanut sauce? Apparently it was also my mother's favorite, despite the fact she had a fatal allergy to peanuts.
But that was Mummy Dearest for you.
Antoinette kept shooting me googly eyes ever since Harry came in to guard the door. He was all business in the heavy metal gear of a knight. He sword hung at his side in a threatening manner. Every once in a while when I looked over, he was already looking at me. Then we'd both blush and I turned away.
Jeffery was in his natural habitat, his hazelnut eyes crinkling in the corners whenever the duke shared a funny joke, or when the count's wife's wig would slant further over, threatening to fall.
"Jefferson," I whispered. He took my hands in his and smiled.
"Yes my love?"
"Is it time to eat yet?" He chuckled and kissed my fingertips.
"Of course dearest." I smiled and tweaked his nose.
"Awww LOOK! Isn't that adorable? The Lady Veronica and Prince Jefferson are so in love!!" Someone cooed.
My cheeks burned and I stared down at my hands. Jefferson laughed and kissed me again, this time more for our audience.
I felt eyes lashing into my back and I turned to see Harry glaring at me.
"What's your deal?" I mouthed. He rolled his eyes and returned to his post. I was about to walk over to him and say something just because I could, but I was distracted by Queen Jessabella's call for the start of dinner, and the hundreds of forks and knives diving for the food.
"So Veronica," the woman with the perpetual bitch face said when we had all settled and started eating.
"Hmm?"
"What did you do differently than all the other woman in the kingdom to grab the Prince?" I looked at her sharply.
"You speak of him as if he is a piece of meat, or a prize. I know not what I did different. The Prince simply chose me."
Jefferson nodded, his mouth filled with rolls. When he swallowed he put his arm around my shoulder and smugly faced the lady I had grown to dislike.
"She speaks truth. I chose her because she was different. Not as stuffy as the others. No offense to the lady Antoinette."
Antoinette laughed and shrugged.
"I didn't want to marry you anyways!" She jested. Her mother pinched her arm and she looked at me and giggled.
"Hmmph! Well I do wonder how many children the two of you will bear. Your hips are not of sizeable proportion." Bitch face jumped in again.
Jefferson nearly swallowed his spoon, and I patted him on the back. I looked over to Harry to find him laughing.
"Well that's okay. I don't need rolls like yours to be able to ride him." I sneered.
Now Jefferson really was choking. His face matching the red cushions on which he sat. I looked over to Harry who was no longer laughing. His face was a set in a grim line. Antoinette looked over to me and gave a small head nod of approval.
"Nothing more to say?" I asked looking over to the pinched woman. She took another sip of her wine and left the table. Thoroughly pissed.
Who did she think she was anyways?
Notes
Yeah!!! Take that betch!!!! *satisfied smirk*I'd like to thank Teddy for helping me through a minor case of Writer's Block.
YEAHHH TAKE THAT YOU AWFUL BRAIN HOLE!!!
Sorry this was updated so late. My boyfriend took my on a date. He had the dinner reservations, nice suit, roses, EVERYTHING!!! <3 <3 My luvbug
Ummm....i dont know what else to say...oh good! I thought of something:
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Denim
Hey!!
So, sorry I kind of "abandoned" you with this story. If you get tired of it feel free to just re-add me as author. I didn't mean to just dump it and flee lol And if you need any brainstorming or editing help, I would be more than happy to assist :)
-Denim xxoo
2/8/16