Missy

"Missy, please just sit." His hand was gone now. And he was staring at me with this weird look in his eyes. Fallen was calling me. I told Mr. Mort something very important so he would let me leave. "Mr. Mort, I've been a bother. And I've irritated you plenty. Now I'll be going."
"Where are you going?" Where was I going.
"Saquoar."
"Ah...very well, then." Then I crawled under the table and left.

I'm in Saquoar now. "Miss Madaim, the Queen wants you." Fallen said.
"Why does the Queen want me?"
"She has pricked her finger again on her shawl. And it won't stop bleeding! She needs a thick band-aid, and only you have one! Please, come quick! It's a matter of life and life with pain!"
"I'm coming and I'm bringing the extra thin bandage."
"Why the extra thin?"
"The Queen hasn't been kind to me! She hates me!"
"She doesn't hate you. She hates the fact Mr. Prince loves you!" The prince loves me? "Since when does the prince love me?" I asked Fallen.
"Since you skipped out on him during tea. He said it was sexxxay."
"Um...okay."