<span style="color: #FF0000">"That is true. It saves us from getting fragments in our shoes for a while." Anne was startled by that question. "I think it takes time to get know people up close and personal to like someone like that. Just because he acts all nice and stuff in public doesn't mean he is. Though I've heard all the other servants speak well about him."<br/><br/>Could the princess really be that fickle, Antoinette thought to herself. "I doubt she would even pay attention to what children are drawing Father. Maybe in someway if it involved her." She tips her head when he bring up the sword play practice. "Well yes, I remember that. He was always getting knocks on the hands which would smart horribly and then he would cry."<br/><br/>Antoinette frowned when her father mentioned something behind the canvas of the painting. "Damn you father Father for arousing my curiosity." She knows her father tried to give his best impression of something grave happening if she was caught tinkering with his painting but he failed miserably. </span><br/><br/>Taya rose from where she had been reading a book by candle light. "No. I am well enough to eat in the dining room. You know I do not like crumbs in my bed," she grumbles as she throws on an over robe over the incredible frilly night gown Cecelia had helped her into.