Quenisha
I Just couldn't wait to get my hands on the prince.
He was tall brown skin and had his hair plaited in cornrows.
His hair was at the middle of his back. He didnt even look like a prince.
He could qualify as a rapper I laughed to myself seeing him walk up in the kitchen. He was my type of guy. I am white and tend to go for black boys and I just dont know why.
I walked up to him in the kitchen and to my surprise he was chopping onions.
A prince cooking?
I asked myself
I was not going to talk to him like am a regular person.
I dont have to keep saying your highness all the time.
I was going to talk to him on a 50 50 level with a little bit of flirting if you know what I mean.
So you cook? I asked him straight
He look at me and said yes. That's my hobby.
Shouldnt the maidens be the one cooking? I asked
They do cook and there is nothing wrong with me cooking
Can I help you,
I asked while almost grabbing the knife from his hands.
Am ok, he moved his knife preventing me to help.
I just want to help, I said moving my hands closer to grab the knife he was holding with a bit of force.
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?!!! King Logan shouted very loud on top of his lungs
Ok, i was just trying to help, I said a bit carelessly

Queen Dorcas
What is going on here? I said immediately as I walked up to the kitchen.
I came to help him and he just shouted he dont need my help your majesty. I said slowly to the queen
What is going on Logan? I asked my son
He didnt utter a word
I will take my leave your majesty, Quenisha walked off
What is going on? I repeated
Nothing, just dont need any help he said while cutting some vegetables on the chopping board.
I mean there is nothing wrong with her...