Chapter 35 - Shell Come Around (1/2)

Prince Alpheus' regular servants had noticed a change in their master since Lady Catherine began living in the palace. It was even more obvious now that he had reverted back to how he had been before, sullen and miserable.

Al was upset partly because he didn't comprehend everything that Katie had said and partly because he knew he was at least somewhat to blame.

She was right—he had brought her here selfishly because only someone as alive as she was could snap him out of his natural gloom. She brightened the dark halls of this place considerably.

He hadn't forced her into his life so she would be miserable too. There had to be a way to cheer her up.

Even with the fires lit, the castle was chilly today. Katie didn't like tea—he had noticed at tea times that she only had a sip or two, preferring to focus on the sweets.

Hot chocolate and pastries ought to be a decent place to start. He wanted to apologize personally so he headed down to the kitchens himself rather than sending a servant.

That bakery girl—what was her name? Mary?—was frying something pale and blobby in oil. Al hurried over to see what treats she had on hand.

”Your Highness!” she greeted with a smile. ”Where's your partner in crime today?”

”She doesn't feel well,” he mumbled guiltily. ”I came here to get something to cheer her up.”

”Well aren't you the sweetest! I have some eclairs leftover from the queen's morning tea if you're interested in those.”

Al was more interested in what she was making now. He had never seen anything like it. They appeared to be some sort of fried dough rings.

”What are you working on?”

She noticed his line of sight.

”Oh these? I'm not sure what to call them yet but I wondered what would happen if I fried éclairs instead of baking them. The long skinny ones turned out a bit strange so I switched to round ones instead.

”I'm filling some of them with the éclair cream but also had the idea of making others have holes in the middle instead so they aren't filled I can give them different toppings.”

”Such as?”

The girl beamed. ”It's always nice seeing someone interested in the art of pastry. I was going to try dipping some in cinnamon sugar, some in powdered sugar, and some in a sweet glaze. Kind of whimsical, huh?”

Whimsical fit Katie to a T. She would probably love this strange new pastry.

”I'll take some of each,” Al said resolutely. ”And some hot chocolate, please. With whipped cream.”

”Right on it, Your Highness.” The bakery girl barked an order behind her. ”Hey, Grace! Get some hot chocolate started for the prince! Use the milk chocolate we just got in from Rowenhilde!”

Grace panicked a bit at the sight of Al and curtsied hastily before chopping up the chocolate to melt in a pot with the other ingredients.

Al was perfectly content to stand there waiting but the bakery girl wanted to talk as she worked.

”I've never seen such a doting beau before. Lady Cathe—I mean Katie—is very lucky.”

Was she though? After her outburst this morning, which seemed to have been building up for some time, Al realized he had never taken her feelings into consideration.

He had taken a bird and clipped its wings just so he could enjoy its company. Katie deserved better than that. He would have to find a way to make it up to her that was more meaningful that just sweets.