Dirty little thing!

Freya fumed as she stared daggers at her brother. Well, she knew exactly when to stop to avoid making him angry; the last thing she wanted was for him to flip. 

''And that said, she won't be working in the kitchen anymore; she'll be working in my chambers.''

''You must be joking!'' Freya chuckled, her face red with anger. She couldn't believe her ears. 

''Let's see if I'm joking or not. ''  With that, he turned away from her; ''Get some servants to come and sweep this mess you've made here. ''

Freya fumed as she stared angrily at her brother, then she turned around and walked out of the room, banging the door after her.

''Where is that little witch!'' She cursed, walking to where the maids were gathered. When the girls saw her, they panicked. Whenever she was this angry, someone was in huge trouble.

Beatrice sighted her, and walked to her; 

''Who do you ask for, my lady?''