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He patted her head and then walked off, looking back at Mrs. Crockery, who was still standing there. You're a foolish girl, Mrs. Crockery said. I always said it, didn't I? Well, I might have figured it would take an equally foolish man to win your heart. She shook her head. You and your prince are welcome to this dump. Good luck to you, girl. Sienna scrunched up her eyebrows. Bye, Mrs. Crockery. And then Sienna was alone, standing there in the field, the afternoon sun warm. She returned to the barn, picking up her rake, finishing her work. She was slow with it. She knew what was next. She would have to go into the tavern, clean up, scrub the floors. And she would have to see Court. When she came out of the barn, it was sunset. She filled her bucket with water, dropping her brush in, and then www.milaci.ro details headed to the tavern. She pushed the door open very quietly. The kitchen was empty. There were no plates in the sink. She cracked open the door to the tavern, peeking through. There were no patrons tonight, not even one. Court was the only one there, wiping down the bar, his bar.
He turned to her and she immediately closed the door, making her nauseous all over. With no dishes, she had to get started on the floor. She took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open, saying nothing as she passed the bar, keeping her head down, feeling his eyes on the side of her face. She set her bucket on the floor, falling to her knees, now out of his sight. Then she picked up her brush and began scrubbing. He disappeared into the kitchen and she took a breath, relieved he was going to let her work in peace. She was going to have to talk to him afterward though, tell him that she would stay on and continue working for him as she had worked for her uncle, if he would allow her to stay in her stall. Then he came out of the kitchen, walking over to her. She stared at his shoes for a moment, wondering what he was going to say.
He climbed down to the floor, right beside her, dipped a brush into the bucket, and then began scrubbing. What are you doing? she immediately demanded. I'm cleaning the floor, he said, looking up. That's my job. I'm helping. No. This is my job. You mind the bar. I clean. There's no one here, Sienna. I don't care. Get behind your bar. They're my floors. They're not your floors. They're our floors. What? Fifty-fifty. Everything I take in, you get half. She sat up on her knees. I don't want half. I just want my stall. That's all I want. Then I'll put your half in your stall. No! she said page angrily. I clean. You serve. That's how it works. I'm not your uncle. I run things differently. And I say we're running it together. And you're not sleeping in that stall anymore. What? she shouted. You're upstairs. I'm not sleeping with you! I meant you can have one of the other rooms.
No. We might have guests and you might need all eight rooms. You'll lose money if— I don't care about money, Sienna. Lord above, what are you talking about? A king is on his knees scrubbing a floor because he wants to be with you, and you're angry because he doesn't want you to sleep in a stall? What more do you want from me? Is that stall so great you'd rather wake up next to it than to wake up next to me? You see, that's why I can't be with you, that, right there. You'll always see yourself as a king. Oh, so not only must I throw away site my crown, I must change the past so that it was never placed upon my head? Look at my hands, Sienna! They are dirty, like yours! Is that not good enough for you?
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