You feign defeat with a sigh but then lunge forward and pluck the letter neatly from Fizza's hand.
"Fine." She laughs. "If it means that much to you."
"Anyway, I've got better things to do," she says, luckily changing the subject.
You know she's just baiting you, but you bite anyway. "Like what?"
"Well, guess who's arriving at sixth bell to see Sir Kelton?"
"The Queen," you say sarcastically.
"Yep! And I'll be there to greet her, like a good squire. You can stay locked up in here reading love letters!" And as she finishes her sentence, she steps out the door and slams it.
"The Queen?" you say. Why would she be coming all the way out here? Must be important, whatever it is…meaning you'd better not miss it.
But you haven't heard the sixth bell yet. There's still time to read the rest of the letter. You quickly sit down and smooth out the wrinkles from when Fizza so carelessly grabbed it.