Pickled Eggs
Author: Shadowspun
Title: Pickled Eggs
Rating: G
Characters: Audrey
Pairing: None
Summary: Audrey gets a request for pickled eggs for breakfast.
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 'Queen'
A/N: Okay, I got a bit verbose. And let's hope I remember how to post these. XD
Audrey stared at the maid for a moment, unsure of what she’d just heard. “She wants what?”
“Pickled eggs. She said she wanted them with her breakfast.”
“The queen hates pickled eggs.” Audrey felt her throat close up. “It was the king who liked them.”
“Yes, ma’am. But that’s what she said.” The maid had only joined the castle staff a few weeks ago, right after the king’s funeral. She was still uncertain of her place and Audrey’s infamous temper.
Audrey shook her head and muttered, “Fine. And she was such a normal girl before she became queen.” She turned back to her work directing the delicate dance of cooking for an entire castle, dismissing the nervous girl without a word.
Her assistant’s reaction to the request left her floundering. “Pickled eggs? Ugh! I hope this craving goes away fast. Mine lasted the whole time. It’s why I can’t stand the smell of herring now.”
Could it be?, Audrey wondered. If she worked the rest of the day with the tiniest of smiles on her face and in a slightly more pleasant mood, well, none of her staff would call her on it. That spoon of hers moved too fast.
Title: Pickled Eggs
Rating: G
Characters: Audrey
Pairing: None
Summary: Audrey gets a request for pickled eggs for breakfast.
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 'Queen'
A/N: Okay, I got a bit verbose. And let's hope I remember how to post these. XD
Audrey stared at the maid for a moment, unsure of what she’d just heard. “She wants what?”
“Pickled eggs. She said she wanted them with her breakfast.”
“The queen hates pickled eggs.” Audrey felt her throat close up. “It was the king who liked them.”
“Yes, ma’am. But that’s what she said.” The maid had only joined the castle staff a few weeks ago, right after the king’s funeral. She was still uncertain of her place and Audrey’s infamous temper.
Audrey shook her head and muttered, “Fine. And she was such a normal girl before she became queen.” She turned back to her work directing the delicate dance of cooking for an entire castle, dismissing the nervous girl without a word.
Her assistant’s reaction to the request left her floundering. “Pickled eggs? Ugh! I hope this craving goes away fast. Mine lasted the whole time. It’s why I can’t stand the smell of herring now.”
Could it be?, Audrey wondered. If she worked the rest of the day with the tiniest of smiles on her face and in a slightly more pleasant mood, well, none of her staff would call her on it. That spoon of hers moved too fast.