Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Clara beams and looks at Freja proudly. “I am a child of the sun, you are a child of gold.” She squints at me. “But you must be a goddess too. Aurora sounds like a goddess name.”
“She’s a princess,” Freja whispers. “Sleeping Beauty. Princess Aurora.”
“The only princesses here are you two beauties,” I say. I give them a saucy smile. “But if you want to call me a goddess, I won’t object. I can be an honorary one.”
“Want to come see our room?” Clara asks. Her green eyes are getting bigger with excitement.
“Yes, I want to show you my dollies,” Freja says. “I got a new one last week.”
“We both got new ones,” Clara points out, hand on her hip.
“Well, you know I would love to see your dollies and everything else in your room but I think I have to stay here.”
“Why?” Clara asks, looking around her. “This room is boring. No one ever comes in here.”
I raise my brow. How could anyone say a room full of books is boring?
Oh wait. Most people. And definitely not five and six-year-old girls. No, princesses.
I quell the urge to tell them that when I was their age all I ever wanted was books. I wanted to learn. Instead I was in the middle of the bloody outback of Queensland and I had to ride my own rickety bike for an hour every day to get to my school and back. It was even further to the library, and that’s the one place I spent all my free time, soaking up everything about the world that I could. Knowledge was everything. Still is.
“I’m sure you’d find it less boring if you got to read some of the titles,” I say.
Clara flounces across the room, her pale plaid green dress flowing around her. With her tongue stuck outside the side of her mouth in total concentration, she takes a book off the shelf.
“Careful,” I call after her. “Should you be manhandling your father’s books?”
“Manhandling?” she repeats as she flips the heavy, leather-bound book around in her hands. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Now that I think about it, it’s a dumb word, don’t worry about it.”
She shows me the book. “See, this is about law in…” She peers closer at the title. “The early 1800s in Germany. That sounds boring to me.”
Okay, so she’s right. These books have probably been a part of the royal palace since it was first built. Still, I’m impressed that she can read with such confidence.
“Let’s go see my dollies,” Freja says, coming over to Clara. “Come on Miss Aurora.”
I walk over and take the book from Clara’s hands and put it back on the shelf, just in case. Maybe this is a test and the kids have been instructed to pull priceless books from shelves. Maybe there are cameras set up around us and the King is watching from some master control room.
“We do have to stay here,” I tell them again.
“Why?” asks Clara.
“Because this is part of the interview. You know, so your father can decide who will be your nanny.”
“Interview? I thought you were our nanny now.”
“No,” I say carefully. “I’m sure you’ve had a few nannies or potential nannies at this point? Did you not meet them and talk to them just like we are now?”
“Yes, but we didn’t like them,” Clara says, plopping herself down on the couch. Freja goes and joins her. “They were too old and boring, just like these books. One even looked like a witch.”
“She was a witch,” Freja says in a small voice.
“And she smelled,” Clara points out. “Father didn’t like any of them either. But we like you so now you’re our nanny.”
I give her a lopsided smile. If only it were that easy. “Let’s see what your father says.”
“Okay,” Clara says brightly and then runs to the door. She puts both her tiny hands around the knob and pulls it open and yells, “Maja! Father! Come meet the new nanny!”
Oh dear.
Maja appears in the doorway, obviously having waited just outside. “No need to yell, Clara,” she chastises and then adds a few words in Danish. She looks to me expectantly, her hands clasped in front of her. “I take it everything went well? Normally the nannies are sent out in a matter of minutes.”
I glance down at the girls. “I hope so.”
“Okay girls,” Maja says to them. “Run along to your rooms.”
“Can we bring Miss Aurora?” Freja asks.
“No, she has to stay here so she can meet your father. Now go.”
The girls scamper off down the hallway.
Gulp.
I had gotten so wrapped up in getting along with the girls that I forgot there was one more, very important piece to the puzzle.
Their father.
The King.
My body seems to erupt into pins and needles. I take a deep breath through my nose as Maja tells me that she’s fetching the King. She disappears and now I only have a few moments to compose myself before they return.