Governess 2

"Come in", Tyler's deep voice resounded in the quiet room. Thomas entered quietly like he was a spy.

       Tyler was in the bath tub, a thin silver bathroom curtain separated the bathtub from the rest of the bathroom. Thomas stood in front of the curtain while Tyler was behind, "what's the matter?"

      Thomas bowed, "Miss Peterson happens to be a such a good mood today". This picked Tyler's attention.

      "And did you find out why?", He asked quietly.

      "She claims it was because of a girl Duke Denvers said needed a governess", Thomas replied.

     "Oh... Because of that low life. I heard her father died." Tyler said after thinking for a while, "find out more about her before tomorrows dusk", Tyler said and dismissed Thomas.

     "Is that stupid woman up to something again?", He muttered under his breath. The last time she was this happy was when his mother offered a the position of being a queen if she seduced him. While he was still deep in thought, someone knocked again and then a servant came in, "your highness, your mother is here".

      Tyler groaned silently, why was she here, "let her in". The servant bowed again and ushered his mother in.

      His mother, Matilda was elegant one who really cared about class in the society. She was pompous and also very smart. After all, her son was king because of her. Tyler didn't know of all the dark things his mother did to get him there and now she was being hunted by the past but what can a great smile not cover. She was always smiling and looked kind from the outside but people like Tyler knew what she was capable of.

      "You're still bathing?", She asked irritatedly while pacing up and down.

      "What's wrong?", He asked.

      "Your father's last wife is coming with her son, only God knows what her plan is. Get dressed immediately, we are going to the chapel to get holy oil and after that you'll have to tighten the security outside the palace!", She said and was about to leave.

      "Calm down, you're being worried over nothing. Are you scared of something?", He asked.

     There was a look of horror on her face for just few seconds, " what are you trying to say?", She asked angrily, "here I am, helping someone who's so ungrateful! Where would you have been if I wasn't behind you! If I didn't do all the things I did in the past!" She breathed in deeply and out in an effort to calm her nerves and walked away.

      Tyler smiled, he was the one that called for them. He wanted to give his step mother's son, Carl, a position in the palace. He knew Carl was a rival but he wanted to keep Carl close to him. He knew Carl wasn't ready for this- that was what he wanted.

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      Florence was so angry, she was pacing to and fro in her son's room, "what are we going to do now? I'm sure this was all Matilda's plan. I don't think we should go, we don't know what she has planned, she's too dangerous besides we don't have any sure plan right now!".

       Carl was deep in his thoughts, he was also worried as to why the his step brother, the king sent for him. He knew there was something behind this but right now he had no power backing him to refuse the king's order. Yes, he made friends with one of the dukes, Duke Fedinard, but there was little Fedinard could do.

      "But we have to go first, we can't refuse the king's order and you know that", he told his mom quietly, "I believe that throne is for me and since it's for me, it will come to me no matter their plans! So get ready, we set off for the castle before Dawn so we can arrive on time", he said quietly, he sounded so confident but deep down, he was scared. Though Tyler was older than him, Tyler was still young.

       At his young age, he already had so much power and influence over the kingdoms surrounding Frostlake, he had good relationships with some of the kings around and he had a good name amongst his subjects. There had also been no major issue in his reign and that was the aspect Carl wanted to use against him, to start something that will make the legitimacy of his rule to the questioned. Luckily, he had his mother with him. His mother was so power thirsty and just like Matilda, Florence could do anything for power and to make her son sit on that throne.

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       The next day, Miss Peterson taught Stella, she was also mentioning Janielle's name. This made little Stella want to meet her.

" Miss Peterson, can I ask you for something?", Stella asked cutely.

"Go ahead, as long as it isn't something stupid", Miss Peterson said. She almost rolled her eyes but then she remembered Thomas was around them somewhere.

"Can I meet Janielle?", She asked with expectancy in her voice.

Miss Peterson was taken aback by that question, "oh well, you need to... You need to ask your father first".

"Ok, can I go ask him now!", Stella asked again.

"After the class", miss Peterson replied curtly.

Stella pouted and begged for some time before Miss Peterson reluctantly agreed, "ask him quickly and report back here immediately, I don't have time for hide and seek".

"Yay", Stella said and hurried to her Tyler's study room.

"Daddy?", she called out peeking through the small space after opening the door a little.

"Yes Stella, come in", he called out and dropped the papers he was going through down. The magistrate in the room with him excused himself to let Tyler and his daughter alone, " what happened? Are you done with your classes?".

"No, I want to meet Janielle"