Jaysa met up with her husband and pushed him into the nearest room so they wouldn't be over heard. She saw a grin on his face and knew what he was thinking without even asking the man.
"What the hell are you doing throwing that man in jail?" Jaysa cursed at the man. Danzel gave her a look as if saying are you really asking this. He sighed knowing she was going to start a verbal fight and that something he did not care about right now.
"The man stole. Plain and simple. He committed a crime no matter if it was for a good deed or not."
"The man does not lie. The taxes are too high. You need to lower them!" Jaysa yelled.
"Are you nuts?" Danzel yelled out. "The taxes have been raised so we can help the Kingdom flourish. If we lower them, we won't be able to have money when merchants come in. The weapon for the soldiers- "
"We don't need weapons and soldiers. We need shelters and food for our villagers." Jaysa yelled back.
"What are you talking about?" They have food."
"Are you stupid?" Jaysa yelled. The man stole bread, not to decorate his house, but to feed his family. How can you say that the peasant had food when all they eat are scraps?" Jaysa stood tall with her heads on her hips. Her voice went low. "I should know. I lived that life." Danzel just stared at his wife. She didn't blink an eye as she stared back at him. He sighed.
"I'm sorry what you went through as a peasant. However, this is one thing I cannot change. The taxes will stay how they are."
"But…" Jaysa started.
"We are done with his conversion." He spoke in a gentle but stern voice. Jaysa watched as her husband walked out of her view and towards the exit.
"Danzel!" Jaysa yelled. He ignored her and disappeared in the hallway. Jaysa stared at the doorway her husband left out of. She needed him to realize that the castle was the only one banking in money and food. There had to be a way for him to understand if she wanted to help her village.
Later that evening, Danzel walked in the dining room expecting to be greeting by his wife. However, when he entered the room, she was not there. He looked around and saw Madison sitting at the table and already munching on the food. The King made his way to the young girl and slammed his hands on the table scaring the girl. She looked up at his highness and saw anger glowing in his eyes.
"Where's Jaysa?" Madison swallowed the food she had in her mouth and spoke.
"She is with the servants." Her voice was low."
"What is she doing there?" He hissed. Madison's head lowered as she spoke.
"She's having dinner with them."
"Why is she doing that?" He hissed again. Madison did not speak. He was not going to be fooled into changing that. "Fine. If she wants to eat with them. Then fine." Danzel made his way to his chair. He sat down and began to eat his own meal.
While he was eating. His mind couldn't help but wonder to his wife. Is she eating right? Is she getting enough nutrition for his child? How much is she eating? Those questioned were spinning around in his head. A lot of it had to do with Jaysa being pregnant with his child. He was worried about it. He stood up from his spot making Madison and Martin who came in late, look up at the King.
"Your highness." Martin spoke. Danzel tapped his lips with the napkin and threw it on his partial eaten plate.
"I'll make my leave now." Madison watched as Danzel left the room. She knew Jaysa not being there was driving him nuts. She smiled on the inside. She knew that Jaysa had one the fight. The young girl took a big bite out of the bread that was in her hand.
Danzel stormed down the hallway making turns here and there until he came to the servant's kitchen. He could hear some laughter and knew right+ away that it was his wife. He walked into the room and saw his wife sitting with the servants and snacking away. She glanced over and noticed her husband. She waived at him with a smile on her face. He watched as Jaysa took another bite of the bread. He glared at her, and she just ignored him. Danzel made his way into the kitchen where she sat. The maid nodded their heads in respect and Danzel just waved them off.
"What are you doing here?" Danzel asked. Jaysa took a sip of her nonalcoholic wine the servants made especially for her.
"Eating." She spoke as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Don't be smart with me!" He hissed. "Why are you eating her?" He questioned. Jaysa stopped eating and looked at her husband.
"Because, I didn't want to see your face." She spat. He growled at the response. Jaysa took another bite of her bread.
"Why do you want to eat in a place like this?" Danzel argued.
"What's wrong with it?" Jaysa spoke.
"It's not where you belong!" Danzel yelled.
"And you think you know where I belong?" Jaysa questioned.
"Of course. It's by my side." Jaysa just rolled her eyes. "Besides you need to eat healthy in a relaxed environment." Danzel spoke.
"I am in a relaxing environment that was until you came in here." She spat. Danzel gritted his teeth. He ignored Jaysa's comments and stormed over to his wife. Danzel grabbed Jaysa's arm roughly and pulled her into her feet. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jaysa yelled.
"Why are you disobeying me?" Danzel hissed. "I said that you should be in our dining room eating, not in here with the servants." Jaysa yanked her arm out of her husband grasp.
"What's wrong eating here? I'm just a peasant and should eat as one." Jaysa snapped.
"You are my Queen. You are no longer a peasant. You… wait," Danzel stopped speaking. "One of his eyebrows rose up. "This might not have anything to do with the whole taxes thing does it?" Danzel questioned. Jaysa stayed quiet. His eyes went wide. He stared at her for a moment waiting for a reply, but never received one. "It is, isn't it?" Danzel spoke out in a growl. "You are doing this so I would change the taxes for the peasants, right?"
"They should not have to pay so much and try to live. You want me to eat properly because I'm pregnant with your child. However, if we were poor, this would be all I would eat.
"But we're not poor. We have food."
"But what about the women that don't have the food to feed their child, or the husband worried that his child would not live. How do you think they would feel?" Danzel held worry in his eyes.
"So you're punishing our child because of what the villagers are going through because of these taxes?"
"I want you to understand why it's important that we lower the taxes for our people." Jaysa spoke in a lower voice. Danzel took in a deep breath a heavily let it out. He put his right hand on his head in defeat and spoke.
"So if I lower the taxes, would you quit coming in here and eat proper meals." Jaysa nodded. He took another deep sigh. "Jaysa nodded. "Woman, you will be the death of me." He spoke as he turned on his heels and headed out.
"You're the one that married me." Jaysa yelled at her husband back. He just waved it off. The maids all had smiled on their faces and said their thanks to Jaysa, who just waved at them with a smile on her face.