Brie

Brie's POV.

"I want the flowers arranged exactly the way I've asked you to. I won't tolerate any mistakes. If you don't get it done the exact way I've asked you too I'll see to it that you're thrown out of the palace the same way the other twenty-two before you were thrown out, and without a penny, do I make myself clear?"

"Ye......yes my princess." The silly kitchen servant stuttered fearfully and bowed his head till it was almost brushing against his knees. I glanced away in disgust.

Pathetic servants. I couldn't understand why Tyler hadn't been reasonable enough to allow the Royal Palace keepers serve me. Everyone single one of them was assigned to care for his sick mother. They were specially trained and ordered to do nothing else except attend to her. Personally I believed she had lived her life, she was such a snub while she could still walk on her two legs. If she died, it'll be one less disgusting person to deal with in the palace. Last I saw of her she was just a weary, frail