Okay, so this idea randomly popped into my head! Thought it would be a good story! Tell me if you like it!
"I know pronounce you, husband a wife. You may kiss the bride."
"AHHH!" I scream, sitting upright from my sleep. Another nightmare about the prince. He will be having his ball in a few days where he will pick the maiden he shall marry. Since I am yet I servent girl, I am free from his choosing, but I do pity the girl he does choose. I've known the prince an early all his life. I was born a servant child, only a few days after he was born. Oh what festivals were celebrated when he was brought to this world. What did I get? Nothing. The king didn't even feel the need to send a doctor. From that, my mother died giving birth to her third child, me. I have grown up in this castle. I know the wicked ways of the prince and what he does to maidens when his parents are off to another land. It's always something horrible. Usually it creates tears. Occasionally blood is shed. Every maiden in the kingdom fears him, along with every man, in fear that he will take away his bride of the man dare so chooses to challenge the prince.
"Elianna!" My sister calls out, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Yes Alison?" I reply, standing up from my bed. More like An old body bag stuff with hay...
"We are needed early today to begin preparations for the prince's ball. Please do hurry!" She informs me, quickly currying from the room. Probably to go clean some dishes. I slip out of my night clothes, into my maid outfit. The classic black and white you see in the movies, except no bonnet or feather duster. Once my dress, only going down to my knees, is buttoned, I head on up to the prince's room to fulfil my chores.
"Your highness?" I call out, knocking on the door.
"Come in." I hear him mumble. I open the door to be greeted by his giant room. His room is the same size as the servent's quarters. There are 84 of us. His king size bed lays in the middle of his room. Draped with purple, satin sheets, it's easy to see the prince obviously has a hard life (whatever).
"Your highness, would you like me to draw you a bath sir?" I ask, giving him a slight, required curtsy.
"Yes pleease. And try not to make it too cold this time. I was shivering last time. And no salts or bubbles. Just water." He orders, not even sitting up from his bed.
"Of course my prince." I curtsy, heading to the right side of his room where the bathroom is held.
Luckily, we are at the age of water heaters, so I just turn on the water to the prince's copper footed tub. As it fills up, I make sure the water stays at the temperature he likes. He set out his shampoo, conditioner, and soap, and just as I'm about to leave, the prince comes in.
"Can you help me with my shirt?" He asks. He's still wearing the shirt he wore last night.
"Of course your highness." I bow, walking up to his front. I begin to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.
"What is your name?" The prince asks.
"Elianna." I say, "But I go by Ellie." Then I realize I don't know the prince's name. After all these years of addressing him by "your highness" or "prince," I guess his name slipped my mind.
"And yours?" I try to ask casually.
"Alexander. Alex for short." He says, as I undo his last button. He takes off his shirt, revealing his very defined 8 pack, muscular chest, and strong arms. He hangs his shirt up, then takes a step close to me.
"Could you help me with my pants?" He asks. I feared this would happen with having the job as his personal maid. I received it last week after Holly fell ill.
"I believe you can handle that yourself, your highness." I reply, backing away.
"Call me Alex." He says, stepping closer.
"I don't know if I'm comfortable with this." I tell him.
"But it's your job. Do it, or get fired."
"As you wish, Alex." Losing the job was the lady thing on my mind. If I lost it, I'd have no where to go. A 17 year old girl, never the less a girl, would never be aloud to buy a house in town. I reached for the button on his pants and undo it, then his zipper.
"Will that be all?"
"Are my pants off?" Alex questions.
"Understood." I reply, on the verge of tears. I'm afraid of what will happen next.
I start to slide his pants down his legs, when all off a sudden, he grabs me by the waist, pulling me up and kissing me. He immediately shoves his tongue into my mouth. I panic, so I do the first thing that comes to mind. I bring my fist up until it makes contact with his face.
"What in the bloody hell!" He yells.
"Good day your highness!" I say quickly, curtsying, and running out of the room. When I reach my room, I'm out of breath and sobbing.