Gabrielle stood in the kitchen, gripping the skirt of her dress.
'Improper? Does Ansel truly like me? I mean he's always around Hattie… He's always talking to her… How come he can't talk with me?'
Gabrielle's thoughts overwhelmed her mind as she tightened her grip.
"Don't listen to them Milady," Josephine comforted, walking over to her, "Hattie is just trying to get under your skin because she's jealous of you."
She looked at Josephine, widening her eyes. "Jealous of me," She asked, "How can someone like her be jealous of me? She's always around Ansel… I mean he must like her."
"Well for one, she has never been able to call His Majesty by his first name. I mean if anyone here were to do that we would get in serious trouble and for two she's been wanting Cobsworth as her servant for years but His Majesty refuses to have Cobsworth serve her," Josephine assured, "Yes His Majesty is just smitten with you."
"Really," Gaberielle blurted.
