A Prince & His Witness

Chapter 5; The Honeymooners

2009-11-26T23:20:00.000-08:00

By the time we landed in Milan, Adam had flirted with all three of the flight attendants, who reciprocated it with suggestive looks and witty comments. I even had to physically remind the girls I was his "wife."

And on more than one occasion, I had to keep him from joining one of the girls in the cramped bathroom on the private jet.

"Oh, Adam," I started, my arm wrapped joyously around his. "I can't wait till you are king, and I am your queen." I grinned brightly, and batted my eyelashes. Obviously making him sick to his stomach.

But it worked on keeping the girls from getting any ideas.

"I love you so much dear, have I told you that recently?"

For the next hour, the girls only asked if we wanted any refills. When the plane landed, I was greeted by flashing lights, and reporters trying to get a word from us. This was another crucial photo moment for the new couple. Adam used this to his advantage, by taking my hand and leading me slowly through the crowd, only parted by some guards.

He waved to the photographers when he got into the limo, I folded my arms over my chest and stared at him apprehensively.

"What are you planning now?" I asked, my thoughts racing and circling around back to the original thought: Rape...or murder.

He leaned back into his chair and laughed, "Don't worry, you'll see when we get to the hotel."

"Uh-huh..." I turned to look out the tinted window, where only shapes of buildings were visible.

This was the first time in my life I had stepped outside of the kingdom, let alone the entire country.

"Are we going to go shopping?" I asked, seeing a few brand stores pop up along a street.

"Now why on earth would I let you spend all my money?"

"Oh dear," I turned to look at him lovingly, "have you forgotten already? We're married now! It's our money." I patted his knee and started laughing, stopping only when the limo braked suddenly, sending me into his lap.

He looked down at me, and chuckled, "I never met a woman, so desperate to get in her husband's pants. I'm sorry but you're going to have to wait until we get to the room. I'm not that kind of guy."

I turned bright red and noticed the limousine driver tittering, as I sat fuming in the back seat.

"We're here, your highnesses." The driver spoke in a thick Italian accent and tipped his hat at the two of us when we exited.

The hotel lobby had been emptied out, with only the help to stand waiting. They bowed together when we walked in together, the moment they did so, Adam wrapped his arm around my waist. His eyes scanning the help, and picking out a few young chamber maids. When I noticed the wandering eye, as did the aged butlers, I stepped on his foot, tripping him.

"Oh dear. Are you alright?" I asked my tone flat, the help made a move to help him, but I raised my hand to stop them.

He got up to his feet slowly and smiled weakly to me. "Of course. Sorry everyone, I must be really tired from the flight."

Together we walked into the elevator and once the doors closed, he spun around on his heel to stare me down.

"You're getting quite smart aren't you?" He asked, advancing towards me one step at a time. "You think you're so hot?"

"I better be." My hand outstretched and I stopped him in his tracks when my hand met his chest. "Remember, if you kill me, so suddenly there is going to be a conspiracy over why you married a commoner and then how she died so quickly. How will you explain it to my parents? Our family has been working here for years, it'll be awhile until you can replace us all."

He ground his teeth, realizing there wasn't anything to say against that. It was the truth, I was a nobody, there wasn't anything about me until now. I wasn't even mentioned in magazines as a new girlfriend, I popped out of nowhere and suddenly he married me. How odd would it be if I died days later, or even during the honey moon itself. Freak accident?

My parents would demand an investigation, that wouldn't get anywhere. Adam led the way to the honeymoon suite. I gasped walking in and running past him.

"Oh my gosh!" I spun around, "This place is amazing. It's sooo big!"

I stopped spinning when I noticed Adam staring at me.

"What?"

"You know," he closed the door behind him slowly, "you're kinda cute."

"Huh?" I balked at him. "What are you planning now?" My voice was starting to get high pitched. "Are you going to kill me here? Strangle me? Stab me? Or rape me?"

"Geez," He took off his jacket and threw it to the ground, "I'm complimenting you." he was kicking his shoes off, letting them land haphazardly around the room like the rest of his clothes. "It's funny to see a commoner in a room that's 10 times the size of their own house. It's cute."

I glared at him, and noticed more clothes flying. He had gotten down to unbuttoning his shirt when he was closer to where I was. In front of the bed.

"Oh god, a bed." Adam collapsed onto the bed taking me down with him. "I hate flying, planes are so stupid." He let out a groan, his face embedded into the bed sheets.

It remained quiet for awhile, I listened to his breath even out and deepen. Was he seriously asleep now?

"...Adam?" When I got no response, I called out to him again. I figured he was asleep, so I struggled against the weight of his arm to get out from under him.

After a few minutes of struggling, I realized it was futile. That is until, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and rolled over bringing me with him, so that I was stuck in his niche.

"Adam?" I let out in a small squeak, he seemed to answer my small prayer, when his hand loosened from around my waist. I took this chance and escaped. I rushed over to the bathroom, and searched for our luggage. It was nearby, but it was alien to me. I simply had to open the bags up and try to figure out which was mine. There wasn't a lot, so I grabbed a pair of pajamas without thinking and ran into the bathroom.

"Oh mom," I sighed staring at the silky pajamas. It was shorts and a camisole, but it was still scandalous to me. I changed out and left the dress hanging on the door hook. When I was back in the room, I spotted Adam fast asleep, but had situated himself up against the pillow.

I snuck over to the other side and hid myself under neath the bed sheets never to awaken.

That is until the morning light shone upon my face, I sat up slowly and stretched, then gasped seeing Adam next to me. That small noise seemed to awaken him, so he slowly pulled himself up as I kept myself covered.

He noticed me cowering in the corner and rubbed a hand over his bare stomach. Wait...when did he change out of his suit? And when did he get those abs? I looked away instantly when we made eye contact.

"What are you wearing under there?" He asked, I shook my head quickly. "Hah, something you don't want me to see?"

He tugged on the bed sheet, and I tugged back, "Come on, what is it you don't want me to see? Something sexy? Or some flannel pajamas?"

I furiously shook my head, relentlessly, he tugged on the sheet and I tugged back, determined to keep my chastity.

There was a knock on the door when he decided it was time to stop. "Fine." He dejectedly walked into the bathroom, leaving me to answer to the knocking.

"Coming!" I said, throwing a robe on and running over to the door. I threw it open and a train of butlers rushed in with carts.

Within seconds they had bowed and left; Adam came out scratching his stomach. "Who was that?"

"Really? You have to ask?!" I stared at the food on the carts, "Obviously, the food doesn't indicate waiters?!"

Adam stared at me for a few seconds, "Oh look, eggs benedict." He sat down at the table, and started eating. "Are you pmsing or something? Is that why you wouldn't let me see your pajamas? Some leakage?"

I should poison him instead...

Chapter 4; The Wedding of the Century

2009-07-23T08:10:00.000-07:00

"Good morning your highness!" Bellowed the overweight hair dresser, strolling into my room.

"Wha-what?" I said looking around deliriously and wanting more sleep. I happened to see the small crowd of people who were walking into the room. A chamber maid, a hair dresser, a designer, a make-up artist, and a butler pushing a cart of food.

"Oh drat." I realize what today was, my wedding. I noticed that the breakfast was all light food, did they really think fruit would sustain me through this horrible ordeal.

I sat down in front of the cart and started eating, selecting a few fruits at a time from the crystal bowl.

"My, my your highness!" The loud booming voice was coming from the hair dresser, "I mean almost highness!" he giggled, "Well you probably won't be with that hair."

I frowned, Don't make fun of my hair when you're wearing a toupée. My eyes went directly at his hair without saying a word, he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. He swallowed, nervously and backed away.

I finished my breakfast of grapes and strawberries, and a select few melons. I stood up it seemed everyone took a breath waiting in anticipation.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I muttered dully. I didn't want to go through with this. It wasn't cold feet, it was me not wanting to get married to that arrogant jack ass.

It wasn't long before I took a step out of the bathroom, having finished my work. I saw the small crowd of people and someone holding my wedding dress. I felt sick.

I wanted to throw up, and run away. Only...there wasn't any time for that. I was dragged into the crowd where they attacked me with hair brushes and make-up.

While I was thumbing through a magazine and occasionally taking a few peeks at myself in the mirror, my mother hurried in unnoticed.

"Hello dear." She said, in her soothing, cooing voice.

I yelped in surprise, and turned to her, it seemed everyone else followed my moves. They worked around me.

"I wonder why you didn't invite me to your bachelorette party." She kneeled beside me quite humbly wringing her hands.

"I didn't have one..."

"Was it really wild? Did you do scandalous things you didn't want your dear old mum seeing?" She was still wringing her hands, "You know I did some crazy things at my party. You'd be surprised!"

I started laughing, "Mom, I didn't have one. Seriously."

"That's odd, oh well." She threw away the thoughts of the party and moved onto the topic of today's wedding.

"Do you have your something, blue, old, new, and borrowed."

"Eh, I don't need it."

"You mean you don't have it. Hmm." She had a deeply set frown, then her face lit up and she proceeded to take off her old pearl necklace from her neck. "There, now you have something, old, and borrowed."

My eyes started to water up, I noticed the designer shaking her head in disdain, and then proceeding to open her mouth to speak against the necklace.

I glared at her as my mother thought away. The designer sulked away to picking at the dress.

"Jenny dear!" She started, "You still have those blue panties, don't you?"

"Mom..." I groaned, but she was already on the case.

"Please don't!"

Too late. She brought out the pair of blue underwear I had bought on the spur of the moment to annoy my mother. They were lacy, and "provocative."

I sighed, thankfully everyone in the room was either a woman, or gay.

I wanted to touch my face, it felt weird wearing make-up, and jewelry. I sighed, and decided on adjusting the thin straps of my dress. Weird, were they supposed to be this thin?

I could hear my mother tsk, I turned my head to look at her.

"Jenny...I didn't think you'd pick a dress like this."

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could answer, they were ushered out of the bedroom and I was alone again.

Today, I'm getting married, and yet, I feel nothing. I'd rather not be in this situation, but now I'm stuck. I looked at my face in the mirror, Wow, so this is how I look like with good make-up. I normally settle for drug store brand stuff, but–

My train of thought was interrupted.

"Hello Jennifer." The voice was calm and kind. I turned to look at the newcomer, only to be disappointed. "Don't you look pretty."

I looked back at the mirror and then stood up. "Is it time?"

Matthew nodded, then held out my bouquet, of roses. I frowned at them, and made the short walk over to him to take the flowers from him.

"What? You don't like them?" He asked, "The Prince picked them out himself."

"Roses are pretty, but I don't like them a lot." I stated bluntly.

"Then, what do you like?" He asked, curiously, he started walking out of the room and I followed.

"Orchids," I said in a dull tone, "Or lilies." We walked together in silence, down the never-ending hallways, and through open doors. Our steps echoed in the castle, we were the only ones there, and each step felt like I was closer to the the execution. I let out a heavy sigh.

"It's not so bad." Matthew started, "At least this way you get married to a rich guy and you'll never have to live in poverty."

I let out a hiss, my eyes narrowing, "Do not belittle me! Just because you have such a fabulous job being the Prince's lap dog, don't think I'm poor!" My voice was bouncing off the walls. "Our house may be tiny compared to this monstrosity. But our home is full of love, who cares about money? We work hard to keep food on our plates. Stupid rich prick!"

I stalked off, heading down the hall to the backyard where the wedding was taking place. When I reached the door I turned around to apologize, realizing I only snapped due to "pre-wedding jitters." However, Matthew had disappeared.

I ignored this and put my hand on the door, with a gentle tug the door opened. In the other direction, I almost fell over from the sudden change but regained my composure and stood tall.

Where's dad?

My eyes darted around nervously as I took my first step down the aisle, the music began. I spotted my father standing beside my mom in the first row. He was beaming, so proud that his daughter was getting married. My mother was beside him, tears in her eyes.

I resisted the urge to stand there and cry my eyes out. At the end of the aisle was the prince. He had an expressionless face, and simply stared dead at me. I swallowed nervously, my pace slowed and the music followed it. The guests all chuckled, thinking I was nervous.

Adam's face contorted into a scowl, his eyes glaring at me. It was almost as if he was screaming, "Get here now or I'll behead you."

I twitched and my feet picked up the pace, the musicians playing did the same and I got to the altar quickly. The guests, well they seemed more like an audience, seated to watch this spectacle.

I hesitantly looked at Adam, his face was still emotionless, but as the guests took their seats, a fake smile was plastered onto his face.

"We are all gathered here today..." I started to block out what the minister was saying. I responded to each parts that were needed with fake happiness. Then we were wedded.

"There's not going to be a reception," he whispered in my ear when I wrapped my arm around his. "We're heading straight to the helicopter."

My eyes widened, "What?"

"Hurry." We took off down the aisle as the confetti hit us.

In the elevator we stood on opposite ends. I was staring at the numbers change. He was staring at me, I didn't say anything as his eyes raked over me.

"I'm not letting you touch me." I snapped.

He chuckled, "Oh? Are you sure?" he stepped a bit closer to me, "You can give yourself to me." Another step closer.

I stepped forward out of his path and in the middle of the elevator. He chuckled and stood behind me, his hand tracing small circles on my back. "It'd be easy, with you wearing something so simple to take off."

The elevator dinged, it was the roof. I arched an eyebrow and turned my head to look over my shoulder at the mirror.

"Damn it..." I mumbled noticing the back.

I followed after Adam and threw the bouquet over the side of the castle towards the guests.

Chapter 3; Lost and Found

2008-08-20T17:06:00.000-07:00

"So…" A voice, elegant, yet very sharp filled the dining hall. Where I, Jennifer Matters, sat next to Adam, after being pulled out of the kitchen by him before I could even get a taste of the cherry pie. I sat there, staring up at my enemy. Or soon-to-be enemy.

She walked around the table, her eyes on me the whole time. "This…is who you want to marry?" She asked, a sound of great disappointment

the King sat at the head of the table, he was old, but only my father's age at the least. In his mid 50s. He was a slightly plump man, and didn't look jolly.

"You, Prince Adam Isaac Warwick, can choose any princess from all over the world. Yet…" She looked down at me in disgust as if I was a cockroach who dared to crawl into the room.

"You choose this…low-class, social climbing, laundry washing, bathroom cleaner?!" She snapped, whirling around at her, son. She was scary.

The aura she gave off was vicious and dangerous. She didn't seem to mind showing off either. A low cut dress. It was a promiscuous dress, where the skirt line was long and short at the time. The back being long and the front being a shorter skirt covered what was needed to be covered. She would be a disgrace to any husband, but unfortunately she was gorgeous. Perfect blond hair, long and straight and pulled into a tight bun on her head where the crown sat on top her perfect head.

I stared back at her with an equally disgusted look upon my own face. Then I got a hard jab into my side from my husband-to-be.

I winced at the horrible pain shooting from the spot he hit, I glared at him, but he ignored me.

"Mother, I chose her. Please respect my choices."

"But…you're a Prince!" She stated as if this was an unknown fact to everyone in the room.

"I know my status, please don't bring up such a trivial subject." Adam said, calmly and cooly. He sounded very mature at that moment, which was odd since it was coming from him. I smiled a little at him and the King seemed to catch this.

"Well, my dear they seem to be quite fond of each other. Do you not think so?"

The King spoke up finally, and the Queen still stood there for some time, she paced around for a minute before, stopping and sighing. "Well since he's so reckless. Let's see how long the marriage lasts." She stated, then shrugged, before she left the room, the King stood up and walked over to me.

"Welcome to the family my dear." He said clasping my small hand in his. There was a twinkle in his blue eyes from old age, and wisps of gray hair within the blond.

Then he let go of my hand before walking away following after the Queen. I turned to Adam to speak but in a second he had grabbed my wrist and was pulling me off down the opposite hall into...

--------

Hell.

Here I was sitting on a red antique looking couch while attendants walked by holding up various wedding gowns. I sat frozen and alone as a woman on each of my sides babbled on and on about each dress. I had a glass of champagne in my hand as I stared not really paying any attention to the dresses that went by.

I sighed, they didn't notice but went on. I really did not want to be here.

"Take a look at this strapless–" I cut her off.

"I don't like the lace."

"Okay." She tossed the dress into the arms of an assistant who was running around trying to accommodate to my tastes.

"How about this off the shoulder-number."

"I don't like the color, it's off-white."

"Ah…"

They continued to show me a few dresses which I detested because the color wasn't white enough for me. They rolled their eyes. I felt offended but enjoyed making them shift through hundreds of dresses for my sake.

"Oh!" An assistant who was walking by nearby exclaimed, "Your glass is empty, let me get you a refill."

I shook my head and got up to my feet, I felt a little woozy, "No. No need at all." I started walking out of the room, "I know the way." I added as I rounded the corner, heading towards the cart where glasses of champagne and other sweets were.

As I got there I saw a figure heading towards me. In his usual walk. The sexy one. I rolled my eyes as I switched my empty glass for another. I sipped from the glass of champagne as he came to a stop.

"So, picked out a nice dress?"

"What's it to ya?" I snapped.

"It is my money, and I only want the best for my lovely bride."

"Aww, honey, that's so sweet. But it is our money."

He visibly twitched at this, obviously annoyed.

Haha! Jen:1 and Adam:0.

A smirk made it's way onto Adam's face as he came closer to my side, "Well, I would like something nice, to take off you on our honeymoon." he whispered into my ear, with a deep, rugged voice that gave me goosebumps.

My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened as I stared at the wall in front of us. Then I turned my head slowly to watch him walk away the same way he came from.

I stood there for a few moments before I snapped my head forward, downed the rest of my drink, and slammed the glass down on the tray before I stormed off back into the room.

I didn't seem to startle the awaiting attendants, who turned on me with wide grins.

"We found the perfect dress for you!" The woman who was to plan my wedding said gleefully.

They stood back away from the mannequin. I stared at the slip dress. It had an empire waist and a soft cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps. Without a second thought I agreed.

"It's perfect!" I lied. I was sick of looking at dresses, I really could not take it any longer so I agreed and left the room as they spun it around for me to look at.

I was so angry, I really could not focus now.

I soon found myself lost, I spun around trying to figure out where I was. I sighed and just walked straight into a hall way and was soon out of it I was surprised by this turn of events. Nearby the King stood looking up at a portrait of his father and mother. I remembered them being mentioned in history books.

I walked over to him slowly, he turned his head to me and smiled gently.

"Uhm…I got lost. I hope I'm not bothering you?" I asked, nervously.

He shook his head and motioned with his hand up to the portrait. I stepped closer to look at his parents. They were both beautiful, it was painted after their wedding. The late Queen looked beautiful with a crown on her head, a smile on her face, and her hand on the King's shoulder. He looked handsome with the same tussled…blond hair that his grandsons inherited and…blue eyes.

Genetics was never my specialty. So I shook it off and looked to the King. He looked exactly like his father, or at least an older version.

The King took a small velvet box out of his pocket and turned to me. "I was going to give this to Adam." He said, "It's a ring set." he stated, opening it but keeping the contents hidden from me as he took out one ring and put the box away into his pocket.

"The engagement ring and the wedding band." He added, as he put the ring onto my finger. "This should be his job, but I wanted to see if it fit."

I looked at it and moved it around a little, "Perfect fit." I said, breathlessly.

"Oh! That's good." He said smiling, "I had it specially made for the love of my life. But before I could give it to her, she died. I really did love her. I just kept it all this time."

My face fell and I looked to the King who stood there looking down at his hands. I turned back to the ring, it had half of a diamond, surrounded by a silver lining making a shape of a heart. Or at least the top part of a heart. I stared at it for a long time. When I looked up, I gave a weak smile to the King.

"Thank you so much, it means a lot to me." I said, he smiled back and took his leave with a nod of the head.

Once his foot steps died down, I broke down into tears as I leaned against the wall beneath the portrait.

--------

I walked down another hallway after I got myself together again. I kept staring at the ring, why was there half of a diamond? It looked like it was broken off, which was strange, but not down the middle but through the center. It was odd.

I wasn't watching where I was going when my body slammed into someone else's.

"Hey!" The voice was angry, "Watch where you're going–"

I looked up to see Evan, my eyes widened in fear. What would he do to me when we were alone?

"My, my, if it isn't Cinderella," He taunted. I gulped and lowered my hand down to my side. He noticed this movement and saw the ring glinting. "That ring…" He started, and made a move towards me, I took a step back.

"Give that ring to me!" His hand shot out and grabbed onto mine. I fought to keep it and he fought to take it from me.

"No! The King gave this to me!" I yelled.

"It doesn't belong to you!" He yelled back.

"Yes it does!"

"It's supposed to be kept in the family!" He yelled, "I'm going to give that to Shana!" he stopped and let go of my hand. I yanked it back away from his reach, behind my own back. His eyes were wide, he had a wild look on his face. He turned on his heel and ran off.

What scared him?

Was it because I know of his plans for this Shana girl?

I shook my head, I was too tired to think anymore.

Finally after roaming around the huge castle for almost an hour and asking three maids, who I'd never talked to before, I made it to the room. I walked in and saw Adam at his desk with Matt standing by him.

They both turned around to face me.

I stood there for awhile, I hid my hand behind my back, I wasn't sure of how he'd take seeing the ring either.

"Where have you been?" He turned in his chair to stare at me.

"I got lost." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Try not to get lost a lot. You'll be living here for the rest of our marriage." He said, then turned to his work.

I looked at Matt who still stared at me, I smiled at him, and he turned around to look over Adam's shoulder. I frowned, and sat there with my hand hidden behind a pillow.

A few seconds later Adam got to his feet and grabbed a folder off the desk. "Get plenty of rest tonight." He told me. I frowned again and looked at the clock, only six.

"Tomorrow's our wedding." He grinned at me, and my jaw dropped open, "I want my bride fully rested." the two left the room, shutting the door carefully behind them.

I grabbed a pillow and started screaming into it.

This had to be my nightmare.

Chapter 2; I think I can't

2008-07-30T11:04:00.000-07:00

I sat on the edge of a huge bed. Red silk sheets, red comforter, folded neatly on top of the red pillows. The head board had intricate designs and a strange unknown language to me. The rest of the room had a dark, red like glow. The lighting was dimmed, and I noticed a set of two doors. The closet, and a door near his bed, the bathroom.

I was rigid, alert, wary. Truth be told, I was scared. I didn't want him to kill me. Or worse....

Rape me.

I mentally cursed, at how I might have secretly let him. I slapped my cheeks, and sat there with my hands balled into fists on my knees. I was on alert, rigid, wary. I was on alert. I was on alert.

The door slammed open. I let out a high-pitched scream. The prince raised an eyebrow at me. I kept my hands over my mouth. He rolled his eyes, closed the door with a swift kick, and waltzed over to the small table. He took a long drink from the wine bottle that he had brought up from the Dining Room.

He must have somehow gotten rid of my parents after walking out of the Dining Room and pulling me along at his side, then pushing me into his room and then walking back to the Dining Room.

I noticed he was still drinking. What is he an alcoholic?

He put the bottle down and looked at me. "What?"

"Nothing..." I said looking away. I heard the bottle clink down on the table again. Meaning he took another swig.

Possibly an alcoholic....

I thought to myself, then I looked up in time to see him hovering over me. I gulped and started to back away, and he followed after me, crawling after me like a cat after it's prey. He kicked off his boots, and picked up my own leg, moving his hand up to my knee and then onto my thigh.

I screamed again and started kicking him, only hitting him in the chest. He groaned and rolled onto his back.

"What the hell?!" He barked angrily. I started to panic.

"Oh my gosh! Your highness! I'm so sorry!"

He shook his head and sat up, "Don't call me that."

"Prince?"

He gave me a look, similar to my father's whenever he'd think I'd ask a stupid question. But I always believed my questions had a right to be asked.

"Then...what do I call you?" I asked warily.

He stared at me for awhile.

"Adam...?" I asked.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Oh..."

For awhile there was a moment where we stared at each other and he leaned forward towards me. I froze up my eyes wide and my face blank.

"What do you think we're going to do tonight."

I was silent to that answer.

"We're not going to have sex. Are you stupid?"

"Do I answer that?"

"No. I haven't killed you, right?"

I nod my head 'yes.'

"I figured it would be too tiresome to make up some sort of a law as to why you're going to be killed. So it's easier this way."

"What to marry me and–"

"Terrorize your nights." He said flopping down onto the bed and looking up at me. God I hated that little grin he had on his face. That glimmer of achievement in his eyes. I wanted to smash his face in and at the same time kiss him...perhaps?

In the next second, he kicked me unceremoniously off the bed, I landed with a thud onto the floor. Almost three feet above me, he was grinning and looking quite comfortable.

"Good night." He said in a taunting voice.

"At least give your new wife a pillow!" I snapped, putting a special annoying emphasis on the 'wife' portion. He obliged by sending a pillow down onto my face.

"Thank you!" I said, and scrunched up on the cold marble floor.

-----------

I was then awoken quite rudely, by a complete stranger. And we exchanged our "good mornings."

"Rise and shine~" I heard the voice and the curtains being pulled open and shining onto my face. I looked up at the villain and started screaming, trying to cover myself up with the comforter.

He took a step back and winced, my scream was high pitched, I wouldn't blame him.

"Who are you?" I asked, nervously. What if this was my executioner. And Adam was just going to kill me secretly and drop me off in an unmarked grave.

"Adam's personal assistant."

"You mean servant?"

"No, that would be you." He grinned brightly at me when he said this. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I thought he wanted me to marry him."

"Marry yes, but you'll act as his servant."

I thought for awhile, staring at him as he stared back at me. I ruffled up my hair a bit and sighed, "Meh, better than having to give him children."

He let out a loud booming laugh, and I jumped back a bit, and then his face went back to being emotionless.

"Your parents came in the morning and left you a bag of clothes." He said.

"Clothes?"

"You'll be living here, starting from today."

"Woah, woah, what?!"

This was happening too fast for me. I sat there in the bed, looking straight ahead at the closet doors.

"Did he put me in the bed?" I asked, I was in deed in his bed. I felt around at where he had probably been sleeping. What a cutie, he did have a soft spot. He did care for me. Maybe he did lo-

"No, I did. When he left to work, I put you in bed. Thought it would be more comfortable to wake up in."

"Oh..." I nodded my head slowly. That evil little vermin. How dare he! I'll poison his coffee! Wait...Bad idea.

The man tossed the bag onto the bed where I still was, "Here, your clothes. You should get dressed. You'll be having brunch with Adam."

I nodded, getting out of bed and feeling a shiver go through my body the moment my feet touched the marble floors.

"Oh! Wait!" The man stopped and turned to me from the door.

"What's your name?"

"Well, Jennifer, my name is Matthew. It's nice to meet you." He gave a small bow with his head and then closed the door behind him, giving me complete privacy.

--------------------------------

Ah...I must be in heaven.

I thought as I relaxed in the huge bathtub that was conjoined to Adam's room. I didn't understand why he never used this bathroom. Well it could have been because there was only a bathtub. I didn't care, the temperature of the water was perfect, the bubbles were perfect, covering the surface of the water and me as well, all the while giving off the scent of lilacs.

But thus my dream is ruined horribly...

A loud bang is heard, a crash, and then another bang. Of the bathroom door banging open and a younger version of Adam steps in.

"You got rid of the wrinkles!" I stated stupidly.

"No moron!" The boy snapped, "I'm the one you should be worried about right now. Evan. His younger brother. Sixteen."

My eyes got wide and I seemed to have just started sinking deeper into the bubbles. Trying to make myself seem as small as possible and have everything below my neck invisible.

"Look toots, I've seen it all." He said stepping into the bathroom. When I really got a good look at him he was pretty handsome. Tall, not as tall as Adam, dark brown hair, a little wavy, and deep...green eyes? No, they were a warm brown that had a little glint of wildness within them. To draw you in...and capture you within the mystery.

Great now I'm a pedophile.

I sunk in a little lower when he got up right next to the tub, now only my nose and eyes were visible. I was holding my breath.

"I have to warn you. Just because you think you'll become Cinderella or something after "Prince Charming" picks you up from the ashes or whatever filth you came out of don't forget every one's eyes will be on you. And I'll bring down whatever thing you two guys have together."

I swallowed, or tried to.

"Enjoy your bath." He said chuckling and looking down into the depths of the bath before letting his fingers glide in to the water and flick some of it into my face.

I blinked and dove into the water deeper, then I jumped out sending water and suds spilling out from either sides and me standing there in the tub dripping wet.

"I'll have you know! I didn't come from any filth or ashes! I came from laundry detergent!" I snapped to no one in particular. I looked around and noticed he had disappeared and I could hear the door close with a slam, the same way Evan entered.

I sighed putting a foot outside of the tub and then almost getting the other out before slipping and falling...again.

---------------------------------------

Thus it was 11. I was hungry, and no Prince had come for brunch. Boy was I feeling like Cinderella stood up for the prom.

Where did that come from?

Thus I sat there sitting in a pale blue cardigan over a darker blue tunic with black leggings and ballet flats. If I should say so I looked pretty cute. Not that I was dressing up for him or anything.

The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall, I figured if there was a door stop, it was destroyed ages ago.

He walked in–my charming Prince. Disheveled hair, loosened tie, and un-tucked dress shirt, and yet he still looked...Charming.

I sat there glaring from the edge of his bed.

"What? You too?" He snapped angrily at me. I recoiled in fear and looked away.

I could hear him mutter something, for a faint moment my heart skipped a little maybe he was softening up?

"Stupid women."

Nope. I heard what he said and still kept my ground, fearful that he would come after me with a chain saw. I gulped and looked up.

"I'm hungry." I stated bluntly.

"So?"

"Brunch?"

"It was delicious."

"W-What?!" I asked sounding a bit delirious.

"You weren't there. So I figured eating with a bunch of old men is more fun."

"Seriously?"

"No. I was hungry after the business meeting. They offered me to sit and eat with them. It's food. How could I resist?"

I frowned.

He stared at me for awhile.

I just frowned more, staring at him with my sadness bearing eyes and my jutting, quivering lip.

"Go down to the kitchen, they'll make you something."

I stared at him for awhile.

"Well? Hurry up before all the leftovers are gone."

I continued to stare.

"We had beef tenderloin."

I stood up and marched out of the room, arms crossed, and looking angry. Trying to make it seem like it really meant something.

---------------------------------------------------------

"So who are you anyways?"

"Uhm...I'm here for the Prince."

"Oh! So you're one of them, aye?"

"One of whom?" I asked, chomping down into my sandwich un-lady like and addressing the cook in front of me. She was the head cook ten years older than me at least and was taking a break as the other works bustled around, busily.

"One of the sluts he keeps an arm around all night partying."

I narrowed my eyes having difficulty imagining Adam or Evan like that. Maybe there was a third cutie? Who was hopefully older than her...

I swallowed and smiled nervously. "Yeah, some thing like that."

"You look mighty decent for one though. Wonder what's gotten into him."

I mentally scowl, but happy to have food I ignored that comment and chewed away happily.

Chapter 1; This is Hate

2008-07-22T13:44:00.000-07:00

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.

Possibilities; be W A R Y

2008-07-22T08:13:00.000-07:00

Be Prepared;

This story takes place in the year 3250, the story is told by the eyes and ears of Jennifer Matters. Watch as she goes through her life in the kingdom of- Warwick. First she starts off as a simple maid, and then slowly rises.