Royal Pain in the Ass Read Free Page B

  There was something about her that just screamed ‘Mom ’ at you.   She just had this maternal heir about her .
    “ Yes, Master James? ” she asked. “ What can I get for you? ”
    “ When will my eggs be ready? ” Angelica growled.
    “ They ’ re coming, m iss .” Eleanor smiled.   I cocked an eyebrow.   If some brat talked to me that way I wouldn ’ t be smiling.   Then again, I just met her, maybe she wasn ’ t always this bad.  
    Somehow I doubted that.
    “ Juliet, what would you like for breakfast? ” James asked.  
    “Um, I ’ m good with whatever. ” I shrugged.   “ Maybe some French toast? ” I asked.
    Eleanor smiled at me, it was a different smile than she used for Angelica.   This one seemed genuine.   Interesting.  “ Most certainly, my dear .  Would you like some tea? ”
    “ That ’ d be nice. ” I replied.   “ Anything with caffeine would be greatly appreciated. ”
    “ Anything else? ”
    “I ’ m good with that. ”
    “ Master James? ”
    “ No, that ’ s all.  Thank you Eleanor.”
    Eleanor disappeared again and I was left sitting at the table feeling awkward.   This was a new feeling for me.     Another servant came in and whispered something into James ’ s ear.
    “ Ah, I have an important phone call, I ’ ll be right back.   Everyone play nice. ”
    I watched James leave the room.  
    “I ’ m Juliet, it ’ s nice to meet you, ” I offered my hand to Millie.
    “ I am the Duchess Mildred Agatha Harrison Eastgate. ” She responded coldly.
    “ Well, it ’ s a pleasure. ” I replied, my tone flat as I dropped my ignored hand.   The silence was thick.   I started taking in the dining room, it was done in yellow and green tones, and it was overall a comfortable room.   The table was a ten seater and looked almost forlorn with only the three of us.  
    Millie and Angelica were having a silent conversation with their eyes.   Honestly, I was surprised they weren ’ t talking about me right now in front of me.   I couldn ’ t wait to hear what they ’ d say behind my back.   “ Well, it ’ s delightful chatting with you.   By the way, what would you like me to call you? ” I asked to Millie.   “ I know James calls you Millie, ” I saw her visibly flinch when I called her that.   “ and I ’ d imagine Angelica calls you Mom.   So, what would you like me to call you? ”
    “ Your Grace, is fine. ”
    I cocked an eyebrow.   “You r Grace ?”
    “Yes,”
    I tried to fight back a laugh, but sniggered anyway.  
    “ What is so humorous? ”
    “ That just makes me think of calling a dog. ”  The look on her face was priceless, I saw her shoulders hunch and the look of raw indignation on her face.   I ’ d seriously just insulted her. I forced myself to stop laughing and regained control over myself.   “I ’ m sorry, it ’ s just what it makes me think of. ”
    “ Why are you even here? ” Angelica sneered.
    I shrugged.
    “ We aren ’ t stupid.” Angelica continued.  
    Eleanor picked that moment to bring in everyone ’ s breakfast.  Angelica had ordered fried eggs, Millie some rye toast and my French toast with powdered sugar.   My mouth started watering.  
    “Thank you Eleanor,” I beamed.  
    “ Would you like syrup? ”
    “ Yes, please! ”
    “ Maple or blueberry? ”
    “ Maple please. ”
    “I ’ ll be right back with that, ”
    Eleanor was almost out of the room when Angelica made a noise of disgust.
    “ Excuse me! ” Angelica hissed.   “Didn ’ t I tell you I wanted my yolk not runny? ”
    “I ’ m sorry, my lady, ”
    “ Sorry isn ’ t good enough!   How hard is your job?   Or Ferdinand ’ s for that matter?   I give one simple order and you can ’ t even do that right! ”
    “ Will you chill out? ” I snapped.
    “ What did you say to me? ”
    “Don ’ t talk to her that way.   I ’ d say her job is pretty difficult if she has to put up with you every day.   And if it ’ s so