Book 5: What Dreams May Come

Maddy

We proceed down the hallway in near silence until we reach a dining area, and she gestures for me to take a seat amongst a group of people I believe must be maids and butlers. Staff bustles around the room, bringing dishes, and everyone is speaking to one another in polite, cheerful voices. I fix my plate, my stomach growling, wondering what is going on around me.

I kind of hate that I can’t talk to anyone but Princess Ella and King Isaac. No one else, save for the few words Hannah has picked up, can understand me, and I sure as hell can’t understand them. She sits down beside me and starts to eat, but then she’s called away, and I feel completely lost.

But over the course of the early breakfast in a dining area meant for the numerous maids and butlers who live in the mansion of the Alpha King full time, I pick up a few new phrases.

“What time is it?”

“I’m going to be late.”

“Ella was up wandering the halls again last night.