"Good Morrow," Says the honey haired girl of about 16, "you've come looking for his majesty, you say.  Aye, he is here. Follow me please.".

Dressed most prettily, although not quite of the station of a royal herself, she is pleasant, sweet, and somewhat giddy at guiding you.

"Tis not often we have guests," she says unprompted, "my Liege prefers to spend his time alone".

Beautiful, just beautiful, fresh scrubbed and lovely voice.

"My name is Jezelle Bartholomew, Oh...... " She flusters, slightly ashen, then corrects herself, "Just Jezelle, my father does not want me to use the name..... I was born illegitimate to the Baron of East Sawhook.  His Majesty the king saw kind enough to take me in so I would escape a life of exile or convent.

"Oh goodness no!  I am a courtesan, but not in *that* way!", she giggles blushed and very girl like, "well I suppose I could be, but, his majesty says I am just a little girl.  No, I take care of him and keep his secrets... well, the one's he'll tell me as I have a tendency to pratter on.  I see to his personal needs, shaving, that his clothes are pressed, things like that.  I'm one of the few within the household staff allowed to touch him.".

She leads you outside into a maze of spectacular gardens.  The sight alone is dizzying, but she seems to know her way around as if the back of her hand.

"You know, if told today I was no longer courtesan, and could go where I will, I'd still not leave.  Oh just you wait 'till you meet him!  So very kind, good hearted..... but mind you, he is his father's son, he's a temper on him if I ever saw one.  Mind your manners with him, and don't stay too long....

"Ahh... there he is," she smiles then calls out, "your majesty, you have a guest inquiring of you!".