A sigh was let out and it was answered by an echo. A girl only five feet, two inches stood in the middle of a huge bathroom. It was elaborate and gorgeous, and she had to clean it. Unfortunately. The tub was big enough to fit two people. Such as the prince and……her…
Ugh, that girl was me. I was disgusted at myself to even think of such a kinky thought. With the Prince no doubt! Not only was it very unbecoming, but it was also quite disgusting, the silent prince, who never said a word but only glared at you from a distance.
The year was 3250. The politics of all the separated countries fell. Then out of fear they all joined together to fight together and prepare for what was to come. Years of war and hardships. Finally a treaty was set, the year was 3000. It took almost 1000 years of fighting for the royalty to realize they were horrible leaders. By this time their old leaders died taking their ideals with them and now with new views they planned to shape the world into a better future. That part was true, it was a beautiful planet all right, green grasses, blue oceans, and even bluer skies. Instead of becoming a futuristic planet, the world seemed to have reverted back to the older times, though there were still new inventions. I loved it, but I hated my place in society. While there was nothing against me trying to socially climb up to a higher place, I was too lazy to do so. I would always work for the palace. I knew it to be true. I sighed as I scrubbed the limestone build-up from the shower doors. Once that was done I moved onto the bath tub, the floors would wait.
Today my parents were off to go out of the castle walls, I was left in charge of their duties. I willingly accepted. As I started scrubbing at the tub I let out a groan and rubbed my lower back. It was already getting sore. I really hated this new world, I yearned to have been born into the time of the 2000s. Carefree, and stupid as they were back then. Unsure of what would happen in only a matter of time.
I grinned to myself at this thought, but it was immediately wiped off as the door to the bathroom opened and I found myself scrunched up in the bathtub. I had no idea as to who it could possibly be. I heard the water running to get the hot water going. I then found myself peeking over the rim of the tub to stare at who it could possibly be. I was lucky that it wasn't the king. But the handsome, young, stoic prince.
Cute butt…I found myself thinking, then he turned around and I quickly ducked. He finished undressing and stood in the shower. I didn't dare look up now. I laid there in the bathtub cowering in fear, thankful that I had only began working on one side of the bathtub so the chemicals wouldn't reach me. Then I heard the door open once again. The water didn't shut off, but I did peak over the rim of the tub to see a woman enter. A young woman, she was in her mid 30s, and the wife to the King. She looked old enough to be the mother of the children, but only if she was impregnated early, which was a possibility. The King however was quite old, already in his late 50s. I gulped and hunched down, wondering what she could possibly be doing. I heard the door to the showers open and then a gasp from the prince.
"Mother! You're not supposed to be in here." He said.
"Oh shut up. It's disgusting with you calling me 'Mother.'" She said it in the same way he had addressed her.
"You shouldn't be here, what if someone saw you?" His voice was cracking.
"You do have such an adorable tush, you know that?"
I gulped, should I be hearing this? Hey, she does agree with me, a cute butt.
I soon yelled at my inner mind that now was not the time to be thinking of this.
"Please, Mother don't touch me there."
I let out a tiny little gasp, and covered my ears. No, I am not supposed to be hearing this.
I wasn't sure of how much time had passed but soon I heard the shower door open in the distance, something was spoken and then the door opened and closed. Soon the shower turned off and the door opened and closed, once more.
This meant, it was safe for me to leave. I slowly got up and started to leave the bathtub. But just as the door reopened, my foot caught on the edge of the tub and I fell flat on my face. I looked up in time to see a set of feet walk up to my face. Before I could see the face I was dragged up and slammed against the wall. Finally I could see who it was.
The Prince. A whole foot taller than me. Shaggy, black hair, dripping with water, deep green eyes, that seemed unemotional and yet hiding deep secrets at the same time. His toned body, with droplets of water rolling off his abs and a towel loosely held up around his waist by his right hand. His left hand was next to my head. I stared at him in pure shock, scared shitless.
"Name."
"Uhm…Uhm…"
"State your name now."
"Jennifer Matters." I let out in a croak.
"How much did you hear?"
"Well…the beginning, and then I covered my ears–"
"All of if it then?!"
I nodded quickly, surprised by this sudden outburst from the silent prince. I watched as he looked off to the side and a dark shadow clouded over his face.
"I can have your head on a peg hanging over my fireplace, you know."
"Please don't kill me." I begged, "Whatever you do, please just don't kill me. I beg of you. I'll do anything."
He looked at me with calculating eyes. He took his left hand away from where it was, previously. He then left the room causing my knees to buckle and I fell.
I didn't know how long I sat there. But I was too scared to even move. I finally got up, my knees shaking. I walked outside and caught a maid who was walking my way.
"Can you finish up my job? Thanks." I muttered, walking past her without even hearing an answer.
I found myself back home. I took off the rubber gloves and looked around. My parents weren't home yet, I sighed and walked up the narrow staircase to my tiny room where I collapsed on the bed. There was nothing else in the room, except for a bed, and a small bedside table with a lamp. It was the same with my parents' room. It was a simple home. But we loved it.
I wasn't completely sure what happened next but I distinctly knew I fell asleep.
The sleep was cut short due to my mother shaking me to wake me from the two hour nap I had been able to achieve. Once I had been fully awakened and yelled at to get out of my room. I followed after my mother and was forced to sit down as my parents stared down at me.
I felt very small…very small indeed.
"What…did you do?" My father asked, his tone taking a dangerous edge. I gulped, I may have been only 21, but I really did fear my parents. I probably should have moved out years ago…but I was lazy as I've said before.
"Me? I did nothing. I'm innocent."
"Liar!" My mother barked, making me jump.
"Okay…I ate an eclair for breakfast."
My mother's face fell as if I just told her I was pregnant and the father was a rebel on the run.
"Honey! Think about your figure!" She said urgently, as if this matter was of the utmost importance. I rolled my eyes as my father gave her a look. She straightened up quickly, "That's not the point."
"We just got a summon."
Shit.
"From the Prince himself. A direct summon for tonight."
Shit.
"He wants to meet with us all three."
I'm fucked. I closed my eyes slowly and opened them once again to meet the stare from my father.
"What did you do?!" He asked and began pacing, "Did you use the wrong cleaner and give him a rash or something?"
"You know there isn't any work for us outside of the kingdom, or the castle!"
"What are we going to do if he fires us?!"
"You know all we can do is clean!"
I watched my parents pacing, stating facts I already knew.
Shit. I'm screwed.
"Go take a bath."
"Huh?" I lamely asked.
"You smell like a mop. Shower. Now." My mother instructed as my father walked off muttering to himself.
In times like this I would retaliate with a: "Why do you think I smell like a mop? Take a look at what I do for a living!"
Unfortunately, now was not the time…
An hour later, my family exited our small home. My mother wearing the only expensive item she had, which was her mother's. It was out of date with the style these days, but she tried to keep up by changing the pattern whenever she could. For now it had a high collared violet sleeveless outer coat, married women should always keep their necks covered away from other lecherous men. A long hem, another thing married women must do. Long sleeves that went a little past her wrists. The main part of the dress was a plain purple. My dress belonged to my mother before she was married. It was a pale pink halter top dress, with my open back covered by black lacing. There was also long sleeves stopping past my wrists. The hem stopped at mid thigh though, and I wore a pair of black boots I bought with the money I saved at working in a bookstore the summer previously. I had my light brown hair pulled into a pony tail, my mother had short hair and left it alone with a small hair clip pulling it back.
My father looked quite regal wearing his father's suit. It was a black suit with tails on the coat. I felt very cold, while my parents looked regal and warm. I felt like a slut being exposed. It was supposed to be like that so I could be married off quickly. I was exposing my assets. I groaned, hating society for what it was now. Families wanting to get rid of their female children to rich men. Male children trained to take over the job of their fathers. I sighed, realizing my parents were way ahead of myself.
As we walked through most of the servant area of the outer castle, I had to walk past the stable boys. Who hooted and hollered at me. Past the servant boys who were playing card games out at night and drinking. Some made their "wooing" remarks at me, and then we walked through the kitchens and the chefs made cat calls at me. The female workers there silenced the men in one way or another.
My parents walked onward, proud of their daughter. I didn't have huge breasts, but a Wonder bra, did do wonders.
We entered the dining room through the servants entrance. We all sat down on one side of the table. We were all nervous.
Soon the Prince entered, we all stood and he waved at us to sit. Only he kept us from sitting back down in our regular seats.
"Please. You two should take the heads of the tables." My parents looked quite hesitant but obliged. The Prince took a seat next to me. Very close to me. I gulped, my hands shaking.
Oh god, don't let him be head me in front of my mom. She'd die herself.
Once the food was served, no one dared to eat, except the Prince, who ate normally. We simply sat there staring at him. He didn't seem to notice or care.
Me being the glutton I was, picked up a fork and a knife and dug it into the steak. It was surprisingly quite tender. I was about to eat a bit but I was getting glares from my parents. I shrugged.
I was hungry. I can't wait like them.
As I chewed the steak, I looked over in time to see the Prince staring at me as he sipped his wine. I swallowed nervously.
It's poisoned. Oh no…
I smiled at him nervously. And continued eating my food.
Maybe the steak is not poisoned…but the wine could be!
I eyed the wine nervously as I ate my steak. My parents still refused to eat, and then the Prince refilled his wine glass and raised it high.
"To the Matters family." He stated. We all raised our glasses, even I did with my mouth full of food. "Who I hope will happily give away their daughter to me."
With that being said he drank a large portion of his drink. My parents didn't drink instead they stared in shock. I on the other hand spit out chunks of chewed food.
"Whap?!" I yelled out, getting to my feet.
"Jennifer!" My mother barked angrily. I swallowed hard, and patted my chest lightly.
"Your Highness, you want to marry....her?!" My father asked shocked.
"Of course I do." He stated, slinking his arm around my waist and bringing me down into his lap. "I positively adore your daughter."
My eyes widened.
"I want to ask for her hand in marriage." He stated.
My parents and I stared at him with our jaws dropped open.
"Oh, and I'll be keeping her over night."
I was more than screwed, this time.
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