"I said come in." Camille shook her head at the trembling maid.
°Is the King that ruthless to induce fear such as this?°
"Thankyou." The maid bowed, going in to take the dress from her bed, dashing out immediately.
"You are very much welcome!" Camille yelled before slamming her door shut.
"I'm so terribly sorry for leaving you out in the cold." She licked her lips as she sat crossed legged on her bed, continuing her assault on her food.
°This taste is strangely familiar° Camille munched on the food slowly, pushing it to the corner of her mouth, she paused, how could someone prepare a food just like the one Allen used to make?
"No, no, it can't be." She laughed at the silly idea that came to mind before her face reverted to a poker face.
"Could Allen be here? In the Castle?!!!" She gasped at the thought of it's likely possiblity.
"You would just have to find out, Camille." She took a mouthful of her food, munching on it greedily.
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