“sara! sara you have to have to get up your grandmother is on the way”I heard one of the maids yell franticly knocking on my door I sighed as soon as the door shut I yawned sitting up and streching.

I got up from my bed and got into my dress putting up my hair and rushing off down the castle halls down to the castle kitchens.

“Not Yet sara” Mrs Winters the castle cook told me she is a rather round woman with curly ginger hair up in a little bun her clothes covered in flower and other baking materials obvious hand prints where she dusts off her hands on her skirts

“what do you mean not yet? I'm just here for toast?” I ask hopping over to the fire and grabbing a bit of toast from the rack it still nice and warm and I sat up on the sink taking a bite from my toast

“Yeah right your highness, your here for toast and not here waiting for the deliveries to come in” she laughs as she rolled pasty dough to form the shapes she was making I think she is wokring on the bottom crust for a pie of some sort

“I am, I haven't been up long” I tell her

“Yes your highness” she shrugs as she works

“What are you making?” I ask as I ate

“Apple and cinnemon Pie, for lunch with your madgesty Lady Quinnterlea Coming” she answered

“I know, she will get mad at me again for not tieing my hair right or my dress right she hit my ankles hard last time because I dared to show ankle at a party” I complain

“Your not allowed to show ankle Miss sara” she laughs

“Why not? It's an ankle” I complain “Not like I'm showing boob” I sigh

“DELIVERIES!” a familiar manly voice calls from outside the kitchen door, our castle kitchen had a door that lead to a small horse and cart track outside for the deliver guys to drop off the almost daily castle suppiles

“Come on in” she calls back I blushed a little looking down at my toast as the deliver man came in dropping off the fruits and veg with Mrs Winters going over the paperwork with her, I tried to keep my eyes down as another pair of feet wonered across the titles of the kitchen floor he stood by the table sorting some boxes a small puddle of water running off his legs I giggled looking up his skinny legs his body was so tiny it always made me laugh a little till I spotted his hair it was dripping wet like always so I finished my toast grabbing a little towel from the side and hopping over to him. I put the towel on his hair and began lightly towel drying it for him

“Ahhh! What the Bloody hell!” He complains very confused

“Relax it's just me” I giggle

“Ohh... Well tell me next time” He laughs making me move away from him his hair a little dryer now, he turned to me and smiled his sweet face looked at me and his brown eyes widened to see me more. His dirty blonde and brown hair now a little tussled from my drying

“better, you always look like you've just crawled out the sea, think you'd been out catching fish with your head” I laugh

“Uhh Yes your highness” He blushed looking down to his boxes just as the delivery man and Mrs Winters went out to check some stock on the cart

“What's the matter?” I ask him

“I uhh I wouldn't like another talking to from your father” He sighs

“Hey, don't worry about him okay” I smile hugging him tightly resting my head on his skinny chest inhaleing his scent for a moment and it made me smile he always had a strange mix of a smell, like sea water, cigar smoke, hay and that odd smell you get from the jewler shop I had always called it gold dust he sighed his heartbeat almost stopping before he wrapped his arms around me too resting his hands on the small of my back and his chin on my head “I missed you” I smile nuzzling my nose into his shirt fabric it was itchy and rough but it was his and it made me happy

“I've missed you too sara” He smiles moving to rest his head across mine softly and sweetly almost scared to touch me

“sara you down here?” the voice of my father asks as he wondered down the stairs into the kitchen we tried to seperate but we where not fast enough he clearly saw us cuddling

“How many times have I told you Boy!” He yelled almost slamming him against the kitchen table “Hands Off MY DAUGHTER!” He screams

“Daddy, Please It's just lynn” I beg

“I don't care who it is Princess, knowone should be touching you like that” He yells

“Daddy please” I beg him trying to tug him away

“Alright” he sighs letting him go “But I do not want to see your grubby little hands on my daughter again!” He warns him

“yes sir, sorry sir, I I didn't mean to-” lynn began

“What you saying it was my daughters fault, you calling her promiscuious? A whore? A harlet?” My father began

“Ohh No sir!” Lynn answered very scared of my father “I'm sorry” he answered

“Alright, come along princess” He told me tugging on my arm as he walked up the stairs he let go of course wanting me to follow

“well See you next week Lynn” I sigh going to turn away

“Wait... please, meet at our little place tonight? Six O clock?” He asks

“Course” I smile holding his hands giving them a little sqeeze and running off after my father.