Unwittingly racist dialogue

**Title:** Moontouch **Genre:** Young Adult Dark Fantasy **Length:** 6,800 words **Excerpt:** “Sorry, your grace,” she rushed, as she often did when speaking to him. “But from the look on your face I think you need this more.” He held the cup, not touching the edge of the fabric. It was too cold for him to drink. Once it was melted enough, he leaned down and took a sip. Jeanette had managed to find a little flavor, unlike a lot of the people who made the drink. He melted the rest and gulped down the entirety. “Thank you, Jeanette.” She smiled, “Of course, your grace. I melted it myself this time. I found that blending it, not melting makes it taste more like the tea back home.” “Ah.” “You should have some, sir.” “No thank you Jeanette. I am busy. Please continue.” “Thank you sir.” “You’re welcome, thank you again.” “You’re very welcome, your grace.” She turned back to him,. “You know some people say you’re only royalty because of your skin. That you used to be a slave or something. Was it true?” He chuckled. “Yes.” “I’m glad I don’t live where we used to. Some people there were just awful. I thought I was going to have to fight that Wizard in the tavern when he said he was going to put you on a leash. I’m glad he was joking.” “I’m glad you didn’t. He would have killed you.” Moonscar said. “But don’t worry, I’m not offended. There’s nothing wrong with talking.” He was right, Moonscar thought, she had a nice smile. “You’re always welcome to come up into the gallery and talk.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Thank you, your grace.” “You’re welcome, thank you.” Moonscar said. “But one favor.” “Yes.” “Don’t call me your grace when we’re talking, please. Call me Moonscar.” “Of course, king Moons…Moonscar.” She laughed, “I’ll try to remember.” “I know your name is Jeanette.” “Yes.” “Even if I was a slave Jeanette, I was still a person.” “I know.” She said. “Good. Do you know where I can get more of this drink? If I can’t find more, I’m afraid I might have to break into your personal stores.” “No.” “Where did you get it?” “I found them back in one of the store rooms. I don’t think anyone uses them anymore. I was thinking about asking the Wizard if I can use them. I like making tea, not the dried out stuff, but real brewed tea. Hot water does not taste nice Jeanette. The Wizard has an idea of how to get hot water but he’s not told me what it is yet.” “Ah.” “I’ll show you when I’m done.” Moonscar said. “Thank you, your grace.” “Thank you.” Moonscar said. EDIT: I have managed to fix the mistake I was making before which means I now have a new version. “Sorry, your grace,” she rushed, as she often did when speaking to him. “But from the look on your face I think you need this more.” He held the cup, not touching the edge of the fabric. It was too cold for him to drink. Once it was melted enough, he leaned down and took a sip. Jeanette had managed to find a little flavor, unlike a lot of the people who made the drink. He melted the rest and gulped down the entirety. “Thank you, Jeanette.” She smiled, “Of course, your grace. I melted it myself this time. I found that blending it, not melting makes it taste more like the tea back home.” “Ah.” “You should have some, sir.” “No, thank you Jeanette. I am busy. Please continue.” “Thank you sir.” “You’re welcome, thank you again.” “You’re very welcome, your grace.” She turned back to him, “You know some people say you’re only royalty because of your skin. That you used to be a slave or something. Was it true?” He chuckled. “Yes.” “I’m glad I don’t live where we used to. Some people there were just awful. I thought I was going to have to fight that Wizard in the tavern when he said he was going to put you on a leash. I’m glad he was joking.” She said. “But you know why he is like he is, ‘I am pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, Blue eyes and blond hair, don’t mean a thing if you ain’t got no soul’ that’s what he said to me when I was in the tavern, you must have heard it because he was shouting.” “Ah.” “I’m glad you weren’t there. I don’t know what I would have done if he had said that to you.” “I would have thanked him for the compliment.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “I’m glad you weren’t there then. I don’t think I could bear you thanking him for the insult.” “I wasn’t a slave. I may have had the name but it’s not the same. I know you weren’t treated like that either.” Moonscar said. “No, I don’t think I could have dealt with that. I was called a ‘N’ some times.” “Ah.” “I’m sorry Jeanette. I didn’t know.” Moonscar said. “It’s alright. I’m just glad I’m here and I should be thanking you.” Moonscar smiled. Jeanette was adorable, not physically but when she spoke like that it was cute. “You’re welcome Jeanette. Just a sec, please.” He looked out the window for a moment before turning back to Jeanette. “Do you know where I can get more of this drink? If I can’t find more, I’m afraid I might have to break into your personal stores.” “No.” “Where did you get it?” “I found them back in one of the store rooms. I don’t think anyone uses them anymore. I was thinking about asking the Wizard if I can use them. I like making tea, not the dried out stuff, but real brewed tea. Hot water does not taste nice Jeanette. The Wizard has an idea of how to get hot water but he’s not told me what it is yet.” “Ah.” “I’ll show you when I’m done.” Moonscar said. “Thank you, your grace.”

Unwittingly racist dialogue

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