T-Girl fairy tale 8
“Open your home and attend her royal Highness, Princess Angel!” He called over the din within. Silence fell in the mansion and footsteps could be heard scurrying to the door. The door was flung open and Martha stepped out quickly pulling the door closed behind her.
“Your Highness! What an unexpected pleasure to have you here! My home is yours and I am at your service!” Martha curtsied deeply and waited for Angel to tell her to rise.
“Arise Mistress Martha. I heard shouting when we first stopped outside your door, have I come at a bad time?”
“Oh it is only a misunderstanding between me and my youngest daughter. She seems to think she no longer must do as I say.”
“Children can be so willful at times” Angel said with a sidelong glance at her Regent who’s face remained studiously still.
“Yes I suppose so. Now, how may I be of service to you Highness?”
“Well I am making a round of all the estates in the area in search of my future husband who unfortunately had to hurry away from the ball before we could be more formally introduced. I need to see all your stable hands to determine if he may be among them.”
