*Rose*

The butler is in a hurry. 

Either he has lots of more important things to do than to walk a pregnant nobody in to see the king, or he just doesn’t realize his legs are a foot longer than mine. I feel like I am running to keep up with him, but then, as I start to tire about halfway to the king’s office, I remember that I know how to get there, so if this butler wants to get there twenty minutes before me and explain to the king that I’m on my way, that’s his prerogative. I slow down before I pass out.

He notices when he...