Seven

There were two days to the welcome dinner in the name of Prince Henry and the whole palace was bustling in activity here and there. I met Jennifer outside Mrs Baxter's office. Today, I had more work on my hands than before. It had only been three days since I started working but I felt like I had aged a decade.

"How will I make it through today," I cried.

"Like usual. Come on, let's get going," Jennifer said.

"Doesn't today seem a bit busier than usual?"

"Honey, you haven't seen anything. Wait until the actual event day and you'll tell me about it. Besides, the crown Prince is arriving today from France."

"..."

I was about to say something when the blonde I had met in Mrs Baxter's office on my official first day placed her foot in my path, effectively tripping me. I had found out that her name was Camilla and apparently she thought she was the best and the most beautiful maid in the palace. If this were highschool, you could say she's the queen bee.

This would not be the first time she's troubled me. I had no idea why she hated me so. I had heard that she treats almost every maid badly but I was exceptionally different as she treated me worse. At least that was what most had noticed.

"Aww..." I cried as I hit the floor face first.

I slowly sat up and felt wetness sliding down my nose heading to my lips. I felt my nose burn. I lifted my hand and touched the wetness in question and retracted it. I saw blood.

Oh God, I broke my nose!

All this while, Jennifer was yelling at Camilla. B!tch had no remorse for what she had done. Holy smokes, I swore! I'm going to hell for sure.

"It isn't my fault she doesn't watch where she's going. She way to clumsy," Camilla said, crossing her arms over her chest and placing one foot in front of the other.

Jennifer lunged at her but I caught her arm, "Let her be. I'm fine," I said.

Jennifer took one last smouldering look before pulling me with her in the direction of the bathroom. I took some paper towels and wiped my nose.

Jennifer looked at me in the mirror, "Why did you stop me?" she asked.

"I don't want any trouble. And besides, we have work to do," I reminded her.

"I've fucking had enough of the way that slut treats you. You should have just let me deal with her." I cringed at her swearing.

"Jenny, don't waste your sweet precious time on people like her."

"I still want to punch her in the face," we both laughed at that.

***

I had finished cleaning two rooms when I heard a bell ring. I wondered what that meant but I was saved from the mental torture when Jennifer popped up around the corner. She hurried towards me and grabbed my hand.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"It's time!"

"..."

"There's a closet. Put those tools inside, hurry!"

"It's time for what?"

"..." she didn't answer as she walked away.

I followed her all the way to the grand foyer where I saw other servants lining up on either side of the stairway. We both went and stood in line.

"What is going on?" I whispered to Jennifer.

"It's the crown Prince. He's arrived." Oh?

"I don't remember welcoming Prince Henry like this."

"This is how we welcome the crown Prince. Sadly, the young prince isn't the crown Prince, so..."

Prince Henry came and stood at the end. He glanced at me before winking. I held back my retort. I absolutely had to keep my mouth shut but I didn't know why it was proving to be hard. I did not want to lose my job.

Suddenly, the heavy oak doors opened and in the threshold stood someone I never thought exist. Okay, I may have exaggerated a bit. But my, oh my!

The man standing there could not have existed. He was just so handsome to comprehend. His dark as midnight almost turning a navy blue in the lighting black hair was gently combed back and almost reached his shoulders.

His long jaw was perfectly chiselled with a short beard surrounding his full pink lips. His broad shoulders stretched the thin material of the shirt he was wearing and I almost wished I were that shirt instead.

His strong thighs stretched the jeans he was wearing and I found myself thinking of how he would feel with my legs wrapped around him. When he started moving towards Prince Henry, he walked with a confidence and dripped sexual appeal.

When he reached Prince Henry, they both looked at each other like they were strangers. I could practically cut through the tension with a knife. For a few moments I thought this guy was not the crown Prince.

"Brother!" the man said, with a bored tone.

"Nice of you to show up," replied Prince Henry, equally bored.

"I didn't really think you were the one to welcome me," said the man, who was indeed the crown Prince, Prince Alexander.

"I didn't want to do this either. Father's in the study if you want him."

"Hmm."

Prince Alexander turned to go past his brother but his blue eyes momentarily met mine and I couldn't help the skip in my heartbeat. I felt like his eyes could see right through me and I couldn't really explain the sensations that rushed through me.

I had no idea what was happening to me because I had never felt in a such a way, but I instantly knew, this guy was going to be even bigger trouble that Henry ever was. I just knew it.