Rachael's POV
I watched her as she walked away. I knew she was exhausted from having to talk to me but I was as well. I was tired of hearing the chosen one and everyone trying to get me to get to go for dinner. However, I just did not want to disrespect the Queen even if I was having a bad day and time. She was still the Queen of London. I wasn't in her City so I had to Accord her some respect so as not to rile up the royal family.
“Let's go for dinner”
“What changed your mind?”
“She's the Queen and she invited us for dinner. I might as well have a fill of my stomach before leaving this place, I haven't had anything to eat and besides I may not have anything. I might not have another time to get to taste out all the delicacies that they prepare for the Queen”
Davina laughed and held
