Kashara thought quickly. She needed food. She couldn’t tell them she was the Queen. Hopefully this woman had never seen her or, noticed the startling resemblance between her and the queen from Erth. She was sure they could tell she was not a Demitytan, if they looked close enough. She for one, had no elemental magic or that harsh aura Demitytans seemed to have around them.

“Oh, I am the lady-in-waiting for the Queen. She told me to fetch her some dinner. Is there a head chef here?” She quickly cried, keeping an apprehensive eye on the guards closing in, then added, “The monster, I mean, my Queen will kill me if I’m late. I wish I could just take a knife to her head sometimes…" No need to get on their bad side from the start, she had a feeling they might send a knife her way, simply by association with the ‘Erthling'. Hopefully this cooled them down.

“You are looking at the head chef. And I have never seen you, where were you all this while?” The woman asked cooly. Kashara stammered and replied, “ Umm, I was grievously ill from the travel from Erth, and I only recovered recently. Look this is an Erthling chain.” She lifted a small metal chain she wore around her neck.

The woman raised her hand and the chain glowed.

“Yes, that metal is not of Demitytes. It resonates of a different world.” She confirmed and waved the guards away, but then gave her a piercing glance. “How come we have never had to deliver food for you?” She asked. Kashara swore mentally, Oh Artemis, this woman was sharp!

She replied, “Umm, mages from Erth, don’t intake food while we are ill, we feed on the energy of the universe and magic in the air, because it speeds up healing and…” Okay Kashara stop babbling She thought to herself, breaking off her load of tosh about Erthling healing practices. “Um, I really need that food for my Mistress. She is really hunger.”

The woman scanned with faint suspicion still lingering, but hmphed to herself, obviously coming to a conclusion. “Well, you’ll have to wait, because, my kitchen is preparing a feast. Food of this kind needs proper appreciation and cannot be rushed for the sake of impatience. Your mistress will have to eat at the feast! I do not know why His highness did not tell your Queen, but she is having company today. Lettia, get her ready as suited for a Lady in waiting!”

Before Kashara could contemplate on the ominous pronouncement, the woman handed her off to a passing maid, who whisked her off in to the dark recesses of the kitchen, that seemed to double as a changing room. “WAIT! What do you mean? Hold ON!” Kashara’s voice was drowned out by the industrious hum of the kitchen that was operating at a frenzied pace now.

One maid pulled an emerald apron over her, grimacing at the wrinkled, stained top that had suffered a few nights and dinners. The top had seen better days. Another maid pulled off her trousers, and before Kashara could even raise a hand to shield her bare legs, zipped on a long gray skirt.

She had no idea how her top was off now, with the apron on her, but she soon found herself wearing a thin grey top that was well hidden inside the apron. Maybe the kitchen maids should seek alternative employment in the clothing industry, because she couldn’t even take off a normal top sometimes without getting her head caught in it.

What she wore now resembled the normal maid uniform, although maids wore a grey apron rounding off a rather dingy look. Her emerald apron, she realised was to symbolise she was almost nobility, a lady in waiting according to them, as she had seen many in the castle. She was then herded off to another place that handed her a large trolley of food, that looked like it had steaming soups and starters. Yum. Her stomach put in an encore, as if the live act wasn’t enough.

The women next to her eyed her hostilely. Obviously, word had got around that she was related to the Queen. She would hate to think what would happen if they knew just how related she was. There were about five other women, all wearing a red coloured apron, next to her. Each of them were eyeing her with extreme dislike, or maybe they were just landed with a trolley of food that smelled disgusting. She thought consolingly.

“So this is an Erthling.” One of them spoke up, her tone was vicious and Kashara could just imagine her as a banshee, seductively beautiful and all ugly inside. “Hmm, looks like they have a lot of evolution to catch up on.” She cackled uglily, her laughter like donkey braying. Actually no… The lady had tittered, like musical bells clinking. It was soft and melodious to the ear. It just sounded like an evil cackle to Kashara.

The ladies surrounding the witch, sorry…, woman, all laughed too, sounding like a choir ensemble. Kashara wondered if they got together and practiced how to laugh like the soprano and alto section in front of unsuspecting alien people.

The lady gave Kashara a victorious smirk that Kashara had no idea how to respond to. Apparently the woman must have been an archenemy in her previous birth or something because there was no way she had provoked her in anyway in the last two minutes of her acquaintance-which she was finding verrrry charming so far.

Kashara angrily opened her mouth, “ I’m sorry you feel so inferior in my ‘poorly evolved’ presence. I’m sure you are such a stellar example of a superior, highly civilised species that you Demitytans think you are.”

The woman huffed at her, outraged. However, before she could deliver a retort, the head chef made a reappearance and began pushing them forward. “ Chop! Chop! You can have chitchat later. We have a dinner to serve, and I cannot have you starters being ‘laters’! Appreciate the food everyone!” She cried.

Kashara and the rest of the soprano women began moving with the chef out of the kitchens and into the corridors. As she had no clue where they were going, Kashara lingered around the backwater of the party. Her stomach was still growling fiercely as if being motivated by the proximity of food. She wondered if she was far back enough to get away with subtly appreciating the mouth watering food on her trolley. With her mouth.

Her stomach was more than ready to give all the appreciation the food needed. Kashara groaned as she noticed the one of the red apron ladies making her way to the back. Hopefully the woman didn’t feel the need to make conversation. She had no wish to continue the stimulating conversation she had earlier with Miss Banshee.

“Are you the only Erthling lady in waiting?”

Oh the joy. She was so blessed by Athena. “Yum… I mean… Um…yes. Not many ladies were willing to leave their families behind forever to travel to our archenem-…I mean a distant planet.”

“Oh! Then how did you leave your family be-oh sorry if my question was insensitive.” She said, her tone still curious and probing.

Yes, it is insensitive! Kashara thought. It’s so gladdening to know Demitytans have courtesy of a troll. “I sort of had no choice…”

“Oh my goodness! Did the Queen force you to come here?” the woman asked.

Kashara pondered on how to answer this, but decided to have fun with this. After all Fallon ruined her life. She was at least entitled to ruin a smidgen of his impression.

“Actually it was Fa-His Highness.” Kashara replied with the tiniest of smirks on her lips.

“What!! Really?!!!” The woman cried in shock. Kashara could already see the clogs in her mind turning, churning out an illicit love affair between the Prince and the lady-in-waiting. Kashara tried to stop her giggle, but was forced to disguise it as a cough eventually. She could see the lady envisioning the tragic romance doomed to fail, as the Prince pursued an unwilling servant, who later faced the wrath of the Queen, who took her revenge for being scorned by the prince. Aaaah such a Shakespearean tragedy it was. Really the woman should become writer.

Or maybe it was Kashara who should pursue a career in writing. ‘Or stop getting herself into dangerous situations that had the possibility of confronting a very angry Fallon.’ A snide voice put in. It was then Kashara noticed that the corridor was looking awfully familiar. There was that weird looking mushroom plant just like the one outside…her room. She could even swear the glass door was familiar looking.

The women all stopped in front of an awfully familiar looking room. Inside Kashara could see the huge entry now contained a large dining table and there was a solitary figure sitting inside. She had an inkling as to exactly who that might.

She wheeled her trolley inside alongside the others. She hesitantly brought the trolley to the table and began placing the food on the table. Behind her, she could hear the head chef's outrage that the queen did not respect food and was not present for dinner,

A very familiar drawl spoke up, "Pass me the Oubaliege Soup." The head chef nudged her from behind and Kashara apprehensively picked up the soup closest to her and placed it in front of the person. A sharp hiss from the head chef told her she had probably picked the wrong soup. She ignored her to address a bigger problem.

Kashara raised her head and met the eyes of one verrry amused Fallon Eagus, who was sporting a smirk like the cat that got the cream, especially as he eyed her apron. She was in so much trouble now.

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Hey guys! Did you like this? OHNO Kashara is so much trouble, like always. But then again, if she just stayed in bed the whole day, with curlers in her hair and read a book, there wouldn't be a story to write! Hold on for the next chapter because things are getting exciting! How long do you thing Kashara can take Fallon's teasing before she flips a plate on his face?

Place your bet folks! Five demistones to the winner!

Loki: I bet a second. That girl is the most wildest specimen of the female variety.

tom: Ha, you asgardians must be so fragile and delicate. I bet you haven't seen the Bulstrode or Black family. Their females are more lethal and destructive than Kashara.

Loki: Oh god, your followers are all half crazy anyway.

Tom: Atleast I had them! Ha!

Loki: Juvenile little boy! I have lived your age a hundred times. I have had an entire planet enslaved. Speak to me when you grow facial hair.

Tom: I do! Look! Here!

Loki: (Vanishes)

Tom: Oh God not again...

HAHAha hope you liked this folks!

I really like experimenting between Loki and Tom. They are such a funny duo! ( If they heard that... report to the police please, if i go missing )

Hope 2016 started with a bang! Forget to in the last update but, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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