72 - The Palace Pt. 3

                                    

                                          
Jennie
                          
It was already been a week since our meeting and I agreed on going outside to see the problems on my own with the help of her. I need to do this for the people.
                          
I scrutinized the clothes that was given by Lisa, lifting it with my one hand before squinting my eyes back to her. "Are you doing this on purpose?" It was a black pants, white shoes, white hoodie which is a little big for my body and a white baseball cap.
                          
"Doing it on purpose?" 
                          
"I want a pink or rose gold dress!" I whined but immediately cleared my throat, going back to my elegant posture. "Ms. Rebel, I am not going to wear that." 
                          
"Quit calling me Ms. Rebel for goodness sake." She said with a little higher tone. 
                          
"Are you perhaps, shouting at me?" I asked her. 
                          
"Oh god give me patience. Just a little more patience." She mumbled. "Your Majesty, it's called disguise. If you want to go out and see the real world you have to hide your annoyingly beautiful face. So please just wear it." 
                          
"Did you just say that I am annoying?" 
                          
She creased her forehead. "I also told you beautiful but you only notice that word?" She threw her hands in the air seemingly frustrated. 
                          
I looked at her outfit, scanning it a little. She's wearing a black pants, black hoodie, black shoes and a black cap. "I assume you hate black." I mocked. 
                          
"Okay, I'm done. I'm leaving. I had enough." She stood up heading to the door but I stopped her. "Fine, I'm wearing this. Stop being grumpy Ms. Rebel." 
                          
"Oh god. You are quite annoying for a Queen, Your Majesty." 
                          
"Excuse me?" 
                          
"I think I need to go to the restroom." 
                          
I glared at her before nodding. "Off you go." I imitated her accent and she looked at me with a shock face. 
                          
"Are you mocking my accent?!" She gasped, her hard British accent came out making me laugh. 
                          
"Oh my, you really are mocking it!" She glared at me playfully making me laugh a little harder. "I think the kid in you is coming out, Your Majesty." I immediately fixed my posture, putting up a stoic face. 
                          
"I need to change, if you may please leave." 
                          
I heard her chuckle a little before closing the door. "It's been a year since I last laugh like that." I mumbled. 
                          
"It felt... great."
                          
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Lisa
                          
I was busy walking with my hands inside the pocket of my hoodie while the Queen is walking beside me. "So, do you wanna see the homeless people first, Your Majesty?" I asked but it's been a minute and she's still not responding so I whipped my head to my side just to see her holding a 3 sticks of corndog with ketchup on top. "Where did you get that?!"
                          
She lifted her head, slowly looking at me under her baseball cap. Her cheeks and the side of her mouth was now stained with ketchup and mustard. "What the hell?" She lift her hands that was holding the corndogs before immediately smiling at me, that smile that can melt your whole being. The smile that shows her gums and small teeth, her eyes closing. 
                          
That was so adorable. 
                          
"Are you really a Queen?" I whispered while cleaning her face gently using my thumb. I cupped her face making her look at me. "Slow down, okay? No one's gonna take your corndogs." And she nodded repeatedly.