„And Greg… where are you from? "
Letty couldn't quell her curiosity and started asking questions.
"I grew up here in the capital."
'The boy's eyes didn't flicker, so that may be true.'
Letty asked questions one after the other, and I watched Greg's reaction all along, waiting for to catch him lying.
'The story doesn't really have prestigious figures… as far as I know no young prince like our age has been mentioned. Christian is the only marquis heir, everyone else has a lower rank… I mean I know this is a tale… but this is not the kind of story where princes in disguise are running around the street, more like some 'depressive tragedy.'
"And where do you live?"
"I live with my parents. In the employees living department of the palace. "
I raised my head here.
"Do you live in the palace?"
"You can say that, yes."
"And what do you do? Your hand doesn't seem like a servants hands… and they certainly don't keep freeloaders in the palace. "
My eyes narrowed a little, showing doubt.
"I am one of the musicians. I play on guitar and on the piano… I am working mostly at the royal parties or I play on ceremonies. It's not a strenuous job, but it pays well. "
"Hm…"
'Let's say it's understandable why didn't his hands seem as rough as most commoners.'
"And why is your dress so worn out, dear court musician?"
"Well, the nobles have companions and guards, whenever they come to the lower art of the town… but a commoner of my own kind, even if he stands out a little from the crowd, can't easily walk away… as he does today…"
"Ah, oh… really , you were almost jailed for a nice dragger."
'Actually, I really need people on my side… anytime an error can slip into my calculations, so Greg will be Plan B…he has to be.'
"We've arrived, miss!"
Letty pulled back the curtain of the carriage window and a homestead unfolded before our eyes.
"Is this the orphanage?"
'In such stories, the orphanage, although not exactly the most luxurious place… but a chapel with a residential building was the foundation… the children had rooms, even if not their own, but rather like a dormitory where they studied and lived… but this is… what the Fuck ? '
At the edge of the forest, already far beyond the city limits, stood a huge wooden building. In the yard, the children's clothes were dried on a rope, and behind them were stables. I also saw horses, pigs, lambs and hens. As we entered we were greeted by a huge room where the kids were just getting ready for dinner. Apparently, this place also served for sleeping and studying. The orphanage was basicly one big room.
"Welcome, miss what can we do?"
"Good afternoon…. I brought a… khm… donation. "
I was so shocked by the sight that I suddenly didn't even know why I had come.
"Sister Lisa!"
Greg caught up with me and hugged the nun.
"Greg!"
Several children ran towards us laughing and shouting his name at the same time.
I suddenly backed away as the kid's army flooded to my new friend.
'It looks like he wasn't lying…'
"Ah… haha… enough kids! Let me introduce my friend Miss Ash! "
Smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me between the kids.
"Ohm… hello!"
I greeted them in embarrassment. At that time, both Letty and the coachman got in with a lot of baked goods in their hands.
"Oh, my! Was this all brought to the orphanage? "
Surprised, the nun clapped her hands happily.
I didn't even realize what was going on, I just drifted with the kids and we were already sitting at the table.
"Because we owe this wonderful feast to Miss Ash, the honor is hers to say the table prayer."
"What?!"
I suddenly bounced back to reality. I mean, I was baptized and I know there's something like "My god, my good god text .." but I was never a church attendee .. everyone clasped their hands while I just shook my head in panic.
'Shit…'