Sophie and Heir to the Throne. Viktor Mück

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      “Everything is already shinning in this place,” said Sophie.

      “Shut up!” said Robert, the butler.

      “How come would we manage to clean such a huge hall?” Patrick asked Robert.

      “That’s not of my concern’, he said, turned and walked away.

      “I suppose if we don’t start right now and hurry up, we may end up punished or executed,” said Sophia.

      “I will say even more, we may as well be executed if everything doesn’t shine in here,” said Patrick.

      Sophie and Patrick brought water and got to work.

      “Patrick’, said Sophie to the little mouse, “I think you should start from dusting, and I’ll clean the floor.”

      The floor in the throne room was also made of marble. It was all white, and it took a lot of effort to wash it. An ordinary rag did not help with the dirt, so Sophie decided to take a brush and use it against the dirt, of course, it was very difficult, but still the dirt slowly had been being vanished on the white marble.

      “I wish I could be a king and live this way,” said Patrick, ‘no troubles, just sitting on a throne and giving orders to others.”

      “I wish I would be a princess myself,” Sophie decided to dream a bit too, “I would wear lush and beautiful dresses, and host a ball every day. I would marry a handsome prince, and we would raise a bunch of children.”

      “And, also, you would have lived happily ever after,” Patrick said laughing.

      Patrick stopped laughing, he went to take the bucket and slipped on the spot where Sophie had washed the floors. Sophie almost laughed her head off; it was so loud that she was heard by one of the guards standing outside the door. The guard came in and said in a threatening tone,

      “Enough of talking. Hurry up! Soon, they will start bringing tables and chairs into the throne room.”

      Patrick waited the guard to turn away and made a face at him. Sophie smiled and continued brushing the marble floor. Then servants started bringing tables and chairs into the hall, they lined them up along the walls, covered with white velvet tablecloths, and placed crystal candlesticks and white vases with flowers in the middle of the tables. By this time, Sophie and Patrick had finished with the floor washing and dusting. The Butler, still looking arrogant, walked up to Sophie and Patrick and told them to go to the kitchen and find the chief Aunt Dorothea to receive further instructions.

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