Marine finished her breakfast in a frenzy and thanked Martha, the new cook sent by Rose. “That’s was a scrumptious breakfast, Martha. I’m glad I found you,” she said as she packed her medical tools and kept glancing at the wall clock.
“It’s my pleasure, princess,” Martha bowed and walked past Eliza whose gaze followed her as she head back to the kitchen.
“I could cook better with the price she charges, she’s so toffee-nosed,” Eliza grimaced and helped Marine with her overcoat. “Why did you even agree to the queen’s suggestion?” she added.
“Now there Eliza, we should be thankful to Queen Rose for her kind gesture. She worries a lot for me, at least this will keep her assured that I’m doing well on my own,” Marine explained.
“Assured? So the queen doesn’t trust me, huh?” Eliza sulked and
