The aide-de-camp laughed out loud at this remark, but it took Princess Amalie a few minutes to see the joke.
As time was getting on, the Lord Chamberlain came to ask if they would like to see their bedrooms.
He escorted them up the stairs and then he handed them over to an impressive-looking elderly housekeeper.
Latasha’s room was delightfully lovely.
But she realised it was not as large and as grand as the one she would have been given if they had known her true identity.
Nanny was next door.
Their luggage had already been taken upstairs and was being unpacked by the housemaids.
“We will try to give your Ladyship everything you require,” said the housekeeper, “and you have only to ask me or one of the maids.”
Latasha thanked her and then she went next door to find Nanny.
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