Alright, I finally fixed the kinks in this but it still needs work. Tell me what you think.
I also found a name for chapter one so if you go back a few posts you'll see it!

Nala loved Yarren, everything from the golden stone, to the warm, inviting kitchens, to the lush gardens where she sat now. Something about sitting here alone and unhampered by the worries of the day, made her feel calm.

She picked a jasmine flower off a nearby vine. She smelled its' scent before allowing the strengthening winds to carry it away.

There was a loud clap of thunder and Nala, regretful, reentered the palace. As she reached the steps she turned to see the rain come. In a sudden curtain it started. Nala smiled as she watched the wonder of nature wash the earth.

Later, she was severely glad of the rain trenches that surrounded Yarren, the rain had grown to torrent that battered constantly. She sat in her throne listening to the pleas of the peasants, some for jobs or money, others for food.

"Just this very mornin' highness," said one man "my entire house is flooded."

Nala mused that just one week earlier he had been complaining of drought.

"I just need enough money to repair my home."

"But when the rains come again, as they surly will, you will once again need money" said Nala.

The man looked a little taken aback

"but my wife and children," he spluttered

"spare me please,” said Nala raising a hand.

"Only last week you told me they had all died of dehydration."

The man gulped but remained silent

"I took pity on you then, but how do I know for certainty what you will do with the money?"

 Nala raised one eyebrow

"I know that the rains didn’t' only fall on you and yet everyone else was prepared and do not need money form the crown. So this is my judgment, you will be accompany to your home by two of my guards who will then instruct you on how to protect your home against the rainy season. Do with the knowledge what you will, I cannot force you too safeguard your home. But never try to lie to me again."

The man bowed stiffly and was escorted out by two guards. Nala leaned back in her chair and breathed deeply.

"That was the last of them?" said a voice directly behind her.

"Oh Jalen, it's you, you startled me." She turned to him

"now all I have to worry about is dealing with all the royals."

They shared a knowing look, and then the old war veteran smiled

"what's the damage today? That last man didn't look happy."

Nala made an exasperated sound "what do they think I am? Some fool who won't remember a face or name, so they can get whatever they want?"

"Yes,” said Jalen coming to stand beside her, hands clasped behind him.

"You are new to this, and more importantly, young."

Nala looked down, somewhat depressed

"but not stupid" he added.

"Well if I know anything it's because of you," she said smiling as well.

"I cannot take all the credit, lady Selsina has helped you a great deal."

"Yes, Sina taught me how to curtsy and use proper language, and father taught me the law and the workings of the council. But you taught me to use wisdom and really think. Not to mention how to use a sword and ride a horse."

"As captain of your army, it is my duty to prepare you for whatever may come."

"And as my friend” a mischievous grin crept across Nala's face.

"It is your duty to tell me this," she stood. "How long before Queen Malenda comes in here with some complaint?"

Jalen starred at the door

"Your conference with the peasants ends, or was suppose to end, at four bells. She always gives you fifteen minuets after that so..."

He was interrupted by the big doors to the throne room swinging open, and a woman in a lavish gown of purple and blue satin bustled in.

"Your highness, I must protest at the treatment of my son!" she said in a high crisp voice. Nala barely hid an exasperated look and asked,

"what has happened now?"

"One of your rabble actually hit him!"

"If by rabble you mean to indicate one of my servants, then I'm sure there was a very good reason for it."

 Melenda gasped, "Do you mean to say that my son could ever deserve being treated thus?"

"You misunderstand me, I merely point out that all my servants have been thoroughly tested and proved of good character and trustworthy. If there is fault on one side, I can vouch for the servant in question."

"But you don't even know what happened!"

"Then I shall hear both sides of the argument from the persons in question, and no other". Nala started walking and was accompanied by Jalen and Melenda down the hall and out. Right away she heard the commotion. Nala led them to the kitchen where the ruckus was emulating.

Nala swung open the kitchen door to see the head cook, a big ban with arms like tree trunks, and prince Halver shouting at each other. A pretty girl of about sixteen stood behind the head cook, hands on hips.

"How dare you treat me this way? I'm a prince!"

"I don't care if your the king o' the whole world, you're not to come near my girls again!" Nala had to shout to be heard over the argument.

"Quiet! Please."

The cook turned to her and bowed low

"you're highness. This, this rogue was..."

"Rogue is it now? I'll teach you to..."

"Enough!"

Nala was getting a headache listening to the pair squabble.

"I shall hear both sides of the argument."

Nala turned to the prince, wanting him to get every advantage so as not to show a prejudice.

"I was walking past you're lovely kitchens" started the prince, who was obviously trying to smooth her with compliments.

"And they were baking pastries. I am quite found of pastries you know" he paused.

 Nala didn't say anything.

"I stopped in to see if I might sample one, and so I asked a maid, kindly if she might be persuaded to let me have one."

Here the pretty kitchen maid interrupted "oh persuaded, is that what you call it?"

Nala stared down at her, giving her a look that said quite clearly "hold you're tongue". Prince Halver glared at the girl

"Then this buffoon came lumbering out and slapped my face right here"

he indicated his slightly reddened cheek.

The head cook cracked his knuckles.

Nala turned to the girl "and what is your story”.

The girl breathed in deeply.

"He did ask me first if I would give him a pastry, but I refused. It's not our custom to give away free snacks to anyone who asks. He asked me again and I still said no, then he grabbed my arm and told me I was far too pretty to be so stubborn. Then I told him he'd better let me go or I'd tell cook, he just laughed and then..."

Her eyes blazed and she let cook take up the story.

"Then I heard raised voices, angry voices, and I came to see what was happening and I saw this young fool distressing one of my staff, so I told him to let her go and he pushed me back. I warned him once again and he told me I was a fool and he was only havin' a bit o' fun. That's when I hit him" he finished staunchly.

 Nala looked at the prince "is this true?"

"Absolutely not! I don't see it as even being a question of..."

"Enough!"

Nala raised her hand and tried to stay calm.

"Rillen," she said addressing the cook "were there any witnesses to this incident?"

Just then the surrounding servants all came clambering towards her swearing that what Rillen and the maid said was true.

"I saw it with my own eyes"

"it was all that prince's fault"

"Lil didn't do anything"

"that prince is lying!"

Nala turned to Halver as if saying,

"well, the witnesses have spoken, what choice do I have?"

Halver went red

"this is absurd, taking the word of some lowly peasants over that of a prince!"

He stomped out of the kitchen his mother close behind and both muttering darkly and shooting Nala disapproving looks.

Nala watched them go until the door clicked shut.

The servants stopped talking as quickly as they had started.

The maidservant curtsied to Nala

"thank you your highness. I didn't think a princess would believe a simple maid's story." Nala smiled at her, a genuine one that felt wonderful on her face

"not all princesses are born in a palace. And some of us do care."