fornicate and social” the dame shouted.
“Oh, it won’t be a huge social thing. It will be a small intimate ball. Fifty of the Queen’s closest family and friends will be invited. You will see on the presentation I’ve handed to you as per protocol that I’ve outlined a schedule and I’ve also included a budget. It being a small affair, the old ball room we’ve never used before should be sufficient. Dinner will be a buffet consisting of five of the Queen’s favorite dishes and if we get this all planned for within the next two weeks we could use the last of the Queen’s roses as decoration.”
“Let’s put it to a vote. All in favor of this, this living funeral…drop your hand Sir Windsbury, you don’t have a say in this?” she shouted at the knight that jokingly raised his hand enthusiastically.
“But I do and I say yes” the Queen entered the office slowly.
“Your Majesty. What are you doing out of bed?” Dame Margaret said.
“I’m not dead yet, my lady.”
“Well, if you insist on voting let me first inform you on what we are voting for…”
“I’ve been informed. It’s about the living funeral, isn’t it? I think it will be good fun” the Queen sat down in the corner chair. “The princesses came to see me this morning already and I must say, I am impressed with their effort.”
Dame Margaret looked like she wanted to explode. She jumbled her papers in a disorganized pile and shoved it into her file. “Forgive me, Your Majesties but I will not have part in this. Let it be noted that this event will take place in spite my advice and should something go wrong it will be on Princess Guinevere’s head. Good day.” She stormed from the office, her heels sounding like a type writer on the marble floors.
Gwen turned to the King curiously. “I thought you valued her opinion? Why did you go against her?”
“I said I valued her opinion I didn’t say that I agree with it always but she’s issued you a challenge and I hope you understand the consequences involved. You will be the hostess of this ball and it’s therefore your full responsibility. Pull this off and you would have almost won back most of the confidence I’ve lost in you before” the King said seriously.
Gwen pondered a sarcastic remark but decided against it. “Thank you, Father” she said and left the office.
Elsie was having tea with the Duchess of Nat and her daughter Stephanie in the garden when Gwen joined them.
“And?” she asked Gwen.
“We have a green light” Gwen said with a sigh of relief.
“Dame Margaret?”
“The old prune fled from the office condemning us to hell” she laughed. “I’m sorry. Good afternoon, Duchess and you must be Stephanie” she greeted the guests.
“How do you do?” The duchess and her daughter could’ve been carved from the same stone. Both had straight, thin blonde hair and tiny blue eyes. They were dressed in outdated lace dresses and even wore matching lace gloves.
Gwen placed a boot on the table and took a packet of cigarettes from it. “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve had a nerve wrecking morning and need to calm myself a bit” she lit a cigarette and offered the packet to their guests.
“Heavens no.” the duchess waved away the cigarettes.
“I’m only being polite” Gwen said and stuffed the packet back into her boot.
“Are you planning something?” the duchess asked, her neck stretched to avoid Gwen’s smoke clouds.
“Yes, a ball in honor of the Queen’s life” Elsie announced.
“Oh. Will you be hosting it, Princess?” the Duchess spoke to Elsie.
“No, in fact, my sister will be hosting, won’t you Guinevere?” Elsie said proudly.
Gwen smiled at her.
“Is there a special theme?” the duchess had taken out her fan now to wave the smoke away.
“Everything the Queen adores” Gwen shot the cigarette bud
“Oh, it won’t be a huge social thing. It will be a small intimate ball. Fifty of the Queen’s closest family and friends will be invited. You will see on the presentation I’ve handed to you as per protocol that I’ve outlined a schedule and I’ve also included a budget. It being a small affair, the old ball room we’ve never used before should be sufficient. Dinner will be a buffet consisting of five of the Queen’s favorite dishes and if we get this all planned for within the next two weeks we could use the last of the Queen’s roses as decoration.”
“Let’s put it to a vote. All in favor of this, this living funeral…drop your hand Sir Windsbury, you don’t have a say in this?” she shouted at the knight that jokingly raised his hand enthusiastically.
“But I do and I say yes” the Queen entered the office slowly.
“Your Majesty. What are you doing out of bed?” Dame Margaret said.
“I’m not dead yet, my lady.”
“Well, if you insist on voting let me first inform you on what we are voting for…”
“I’ve been informed. It’s about the living funeral, isn’t it? I think it will be good fun” the Queen sat down in the corner chair. “The princesses came to see me this morning already and I must say, I am impressed with their effort.”
Dame Margaret looked like she wanted to explode. She jumbled her papers in a disorganized pile and shoved it into her file. “Forgive me, Your Majesties but I will not have part in this. Let it be noted that this event will take place in spite my advice and should something go wrong it will be on Princess Guinevere’s head. Good day.” She stormed from the office, her heels sounding like a type writer on the marble floors.
Gwen turned to the King curiously. “I thought you valued her opinion? Why did you go against her?”
“I said I valued her opinion I didn’t say that I agree with it always but she’s issued you a challenge and I hope you understand the consequences involved. You will be the hostess of this ball and it’s therefore your full responsibility. Pull this off and you would have almost won back most of the confidence I’ve lost in you before” the King said seriously.
Gwen pondered a sarcastic remark but decided against it. “Thank you, Father” she said and left the office.
Elsie was having tea with the Duchess of Nat and her daughter Stephanie in the garden when Gwen joined them.
“And?” she asked Gwen.
“We have a green light” Gwen said with a sigh of relief.
“Dame Margaret?”
“The old prune fled from the office condemning us to hell” she laughed. “I’m sorry. Good afternoon, Duchess and you must be Stephanie” she greeted the guests.
“How do you do?” The duchess and her daughter could’ve been carved from the same stone. Both had straight, thin blonde hair and tiny blue eyes. They were dressed in outdated lace dresses and even wore matching lace gloves.
Gwen placed a boot on the table and took a packet of cigarettes from it. “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve had a nerve wrecking morning and need to calm myself a bit” she lit a cigarette and offered the packet to their guests.
“Heavens no.” the duchess waved away the cigarettes.
“I’m only being polite” Gwen said and stuffed the packet back into her boot.
“Are you planning something?” the duchess asked, her neck stretched to avoid Gwen’s smoke clouds.
“Yes, a ball in honor of the Queen’s life” Elsie announced.
“Oh. Will you be hosting it, Princess?” the Duchess spoke to Elsie.
“No, in fact, my sister will be hosting, won’t you Guinevere?” Elsie said proudly.
Gwen smiled at her.
“Is there a special theme?” the duchess had taken out her fan now to wave the smoke away.
“Everything the Queen adores” Gwen shot the cigarette bud
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