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I turned around and tried to find a better position to sleep on the rough mattress. The Prince had very, very graciously given a room in the servants quarters. Sothing that I had never stepped in but now where I was sleeping. The mattress was highly uncomfortable with knots ans bumps in it. I could not even sleep a wink because of it. All my life I have been sleeping on mattresses made out of feathers and with silk coverings, now I was sleeping on sothing from which I could feel the hardness of wood the bed was made from. It was too much now!
I sighed harshly and stood up from the bed. This is it! How could he expect a princess to sleep in a servant’s quarter?!
I grabbed my cloak and moved to the door. Opening it, I moved to the residential quarters of the second and third crowned Prince. The servant’s hallway was different from that of the regular use by the family mbers in the castle of Lethoris. These were used for daily choices such as changing the bathwater or for simply doing the chores. The chores no one wanted to see.
But I had no idea where it was or what it looked like because from what I saw, the hallway that I had entered was the a beautiful one and I knew that it was the one used by the royal family.
Oh well, It must be for the best because of this at least I would reach the prince sooner.
I turned around to the next hallway but stepped back imdiately. So Guards were standing at the doors, chatting the night away. What was I supposed to do for that? I could not sleep in the servants quarters anymore. My back hurt more than what I had been through while learning to dance.
I was desperate. Which was quite shaful given that I had all the riches in the world and the ones I carried around would be enough to buy a whole inn. Also, I had to make sure that the Prince was not going to sleep easily while he had uprooted my night.
I heard giggling and I looked over to the other hallway where two girls were walking, who had heated skin and wild hair which gave the impression that they had been with the man in the chambers that they ca from he must have been the third Prince.
Well, what had the world co to?
I touched my cheeks and then pinched them harshly making the blood rush to them and heat them. Once I was sure that they were red, I took off the cloak and brushed through my hair making them fly in random directions.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I realised that what I was about to do was degrading and what a whore did. I was a princess and soone who was engaged to another Prince, soone whose Kingdom depended on that marriage and here I was behaving like a whore just to get to a more comfortable bed.
Did the people in my country sleep and comfortable beds like and my sisters did? It was shaful enough that I have been abducted twice and more so I was behaving like a whore.
My eyes stung and I closed them as I pald my entire face. This was not who I was. I could make more sacrifices if I was needed to and I was not soone who would always put myself first. That was not a queen, that was not who I was at my very core.
I stepped back but jumped in fright at the loud clank. I turned back to see what it was. A vase of steel had fallen because I had pushed it.
"Who is it?!" A loud voice thundered and I heard the boots thudding against the ground coming to see who the Intruder was and it was .
My first instinct was flight.
I ran to the end of the hallway, turned to where it took only to hit sothing else.
"Ah, look at that," I heard, "What a beauty you are."
I looked up imdiately with wide eyes as I noticed another man in front of taking in.
He tilted his head as he asked the next question. "Whose harem are you from? I have never seen you before. Are you a concubine of my father’s?"
"What? No!" I shook my head imdiately.
He laughed. "You must be a maid then." He nodded to himself.
Well, sir, you are dead wrong. I have the crown of a princess on my head and soon a Queen’s would replace it.
I shook my head again and I watched as the expressions in his eyes changed.
"So you are not a concubine and you are not a maid." He said with a smile that haunted and stepped closer. The guards were behind and he waved them off making alone with him. "Then what else can you be?" He taunted and I gulped hard.
What else was I?
A princess and a soon to be queen but as of this mont, I could see those sleeping past my fingers.
"I. .uh. ." I stamred to get the correct words out. Why was this happening!
He rose a brow, "Yes, you." He confird in mockery. "I am going to need an answer soon because if I don’t, I will make sure that you are either of the two; a concubine or a maid, however," he looked at up and down, "I certainly think that the forr would be good for you. Such eternal beauties should not be working and polishing of the floors instead you should be drowned in jewellery and pure silk."
I would be a better maid. I thought of it imdiately.
"Oh?" He chuckled with a raised eyebrow.
Had I said it out loud? I wondered and I looked up at his face. "I am afraid you do not have that choice." He smiled, "After all, I have found you and I find you being a concubine much better than being a maid."
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