"My lady,"
A slight shake was all that was needed for Islinda to bolt upwards with a startled gasp, looking around with a racing heart until she recognized the Fae in front of her and that she was still in the library. She must have fallen asleep in the middle of her reading.
"Lizy..." She said hoarsely, "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry for the scare, my lady," Lizy lowered her head apologetically, "Aurelia sent me to check in on you and I came across you sleeping. Believe me, It was meant to be a gentle shake."
"No, it’s alright," Islinda found herself yawning as she stretched her body. There was a crick in her neck and it was all thanks to her awkward sleeping position. She had picked another book to read earlier when she fell asleep.
As if that was not enough, her stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly and a heat of embarrassment rose to her cheeks, "Sorry."
"No, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my lady. Come, I will help you shower for the night and the food should be ready before you’re done."
"Cooking? Is that what Aurelia is doing?"
"I’m afraid so, my lady. Dinner is being prepared. "
"In that case, take me to the kitchen. I want to help out too, " Islinda suggested, excited.
"What?" Lizy looked up at her in surprise.
"I want to contribute to the cooking. Come on, let’s go," Islinda said, taking the lead.
Islinda initially had plans of helping out in the kitchen and buying over the servant’s trust. How else was she going to drug Aldric if she didn’t have access to his meals?
"My lady!" Lizy hurried over and got in her way. She licked her lips nervously, "I’m afraid that I can’t let you do that, my lady. You’re Prince Aldric’s guest, not a servant. He would have my head off if he heard of that."
"Don’t worry I’ll speak to Aldric on your behalf, so your head is secured," Islinda said and tried to side step her but the Fae stood her ground by spreading out her arms and blocking her path.
Islinda raised a brow, annoyance shooting through her, "Seriously?"
"I’m sorry but Prince Aldric’s words are the law here."
Islinda let out an exhausted sigh, hands on her waist. Tilting her head, she slowly regarded the Fae servant, "Tell me then, is Prince Aldric present?"
The Fae gnawed on her bottom lips, debating with her answer. "No." She finally said.
Islinda smiled sweetly, "In that case, we have our problems settled. Prince Aldric would not punish you over something that he has no idea about." She patted the Fae on the shoulder and moved along.
Islinda wanted to explain what happened, even though she could not describe what in the world got into her.
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