“Where is your attention young lady?” the butler fumed on seeing her drop the silverware on the floor.
His coarse voice brought her out of her thoughts. She looked down at the silverware and slowly bent to pick them up. He was anxious to go down and set the table before the Royal family could gather in the dining hall.
“Hurry up, we cannot afford to waste another minute,” the butler panicked but all this had no effect on Rose. She continued picking up the crockery’s in slow motion as she slipped back into her thoughts of Thorn and the boy in the painting.
“Oh forget it! I’m leaving now, you try and come down quickly,” he turned and rushed out of the attic in frenzy.
“I’m sure I saw the boy yet the butler tells me that the boy is no longer a boy and is now a young prince? But why do I f
