"You are unwell." A tiny voice belonging to my newest guest rings in my ears, nearly making my eardrums bleed.
"No s**t, Sherlock?" I retort, annoyed. I'm really not in the mood for her today, but unfortunately I don't have a choice. Everyone else that I can trust with keeping her safe is busy, so it's down to me to make sure nothing happens to the precious little brat. She's been in the palace for a few days now and has been milking her ' young precious Queen' situation to the maximum.
"Hey, language!" The little witch scolds me, but I just shrug. She is better off learning all this young, it will save her a lot of disappointment when she'll be older.
Wow, would you look at me, it looks like I'm actually good at babysitting after all. I ignore her and get back to the paperwork I have
