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I scarf down the rest of my breakfast, leaving nothing on the plate. Glancing at my watch, I see that it's almost one o’clock, which means I need to get ready for that goddamn meet and greet. The truth is, I don't have any interest in the ceremonial functions my father sets aside for me to attend. I show up to them just to make him happy but it were up to me, I wouldn’t even go to the state dinners and stupid Parliamentary hearings; the royal spotlight just isn’t for me.
I wipe my mouth off with a handkerchief and toss it onto the table with a disgusted movement. Hell, how did my life get so crap? Well, if I'm lucky, Morehouse will have the name of the maid for me later tonight because seeing the curvy goddess is the only thing that’s going to improve my fucked-up situation.
CHAPTER5
Kitty
Itake a seat on a flat stone in the garden, far away from the bustling business of the castle. I open my brown paper bag and pull out a bottle of water and the turkey and cheese sandwich I’d made earlier this morning. The birds sing sweetly as they fly over my head, and the blossoming flowers calm my nerves. The inside of the castle is beautiful, but I prefer to be out in the garden because what the hell? I still can’t believe I flashed my thong at Prince Eric this morning.
Oh god, oh god, what do I do? I suppose there isn’t anything I can do at this very moment, so I decide to eat, which is something I’ve been skilled at since my earliest years. My stomach rumbles as I unwrap my yummy gruyere and ham sandwich. I was so nervous this morning that I’d forgotten to eat breakfast, so now, I'm starving. I take a bite of the tasty loaf as I stare off into the distance, still thinking about Prince Eric. Is he going to have me fired? God, I hope not.
Maybe I should ask for a transfer before I get fired. You know, taking the bull by the horns and all that. Would that even help? Well, the long and the short of it is that I don't know how I can ever show my face around Prince Eric again. I'm so embarrassed that I flashed my panties at the handsome man this morning. Goddamn the maid’s uniform! Why did the stupid fabric have to get caught in the lacy material of my thong?
Even worse, why was I wearing a thong? I suppose it’s my secret of sorts. Even if I’m dowdy and proper on the outside, I like knowing that inside, I’m a fiery, sassy woman. I love the feeling of slippery silk against my private parts, and it keeps me going through the day. Of course, there’s no boyfriend or husband to tear the lingerie off once I get home, but it’s my secret, and I adore it.
But now, I’m in a hopeless conundrum because of the afore-mentioned lingerie! I know what. After lunch, I'm going straight to Mary to ask her to transfer me to another section of the castle. I won’t give a reason; I’ll just say it’s necessary.
But then, a nervous pageboy comes scuttling through the garden, sweating profusely as if he’s just run a marathon. I've seen him running errands for the royal family before, but what could he be doing out here in the garden right now? No one's out here but me. He comes up to where I’m sitting, trying to catch his breath.
“Are you alright?” I ask, genuinely concerned.
“Yes,” he manages to get out. Then, he fumbles through his pocket and pulls out a note. “Kitty right? This is for you.” His hand shakes as he passes me the note. Then he runs off, disappearing just as quickly as he’d appeared. I stare at the note, confused. Maybe it's from management? Maybe it’s about my raise? Well, that’s about to go to hell in a hand-basket, they just don’t know it yet.
I carefully unfold the thick stationary. It seems like the kind of card stock someone would draft a very important letter on, given its heft and weight. But then, my eyes squint and my fingers go numb as I read the note because this can’t possibly be true.
Kitty – Join me in my chambers at eight tonight.
Your Prince
Holy hell on wheels!Oh god, what in the world is going on? Prince Eric wants me to meet him in his private quarters later on this evening? But why? To berate me? To fire me in person? To laugh at my face, not to mention my wobbly, dimpled ass? My cheeks flame as tears come to my eyes. This is going to be horrible, I just know it.
I stuff the paper into my bosom, trying not to cry. Obviously, I’ve made a huge mistake. I should have pounded on the prince’s door this morning before barging in. Hell, the music in the living room should have tipped me off that the chambers were occupied. But now, the shit has hit the fan … and I’m going to pay for it with my head.
CHAPTER6
Eric
Itake one last drag of my cigarette, then toss it onto the ground and stomp on it. It’s littering, I know, but at this point, I don’t give a fuck. Then, I glance through the window of the Chancellor's office and watch as he shakes hands with the new interns on his staff. I wish I didn't have to be here right now. In fact, I even tried to convince my sister Ella to come in my place, but she already had prior obligations.
Well, might as well get it over with. I straighten up my tie and make my way into the office. Everyone turns toward me, bowing out of respect. To be honest, that sort of thing gets annoying after a while. For once, I'd like to walk into a room and be acknowledged as Eric, and not as the Prince of Chromia.
“Good afternoon,” I say, ready to get this over with.
“Good afternoon, Your Highness,” the interns chant in unison. I grab the hand of the young man closest to me and shake it firmly.
“Hi, I’m Eric. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say.
“The pleasure is all mine, Your Royal Highness. My name is Herald,” he says in a stammering tone while blushing beet red.
“Nice to meet you, Herald,” I say with a smile. The interns line up one by one, ready to meet me and shake my hand. They all seem so sparkling and excited. I guess if I were in their shoes, I would be too because it’s not every day that you get to meet a prince in the flesh. Then again, they all think that royal life is so glamorous, but the reality is that it can be quite draining at times. Constantly pretending to be somebody else makes you lose track of who you really are.
At that moment, a pretty young housekeeper walks into the office carrying a tray of glasses filled with wine before distributing them to the guests. If only she were the maid who stumbled into my bedroom this morning as I was sleeping. It's probably a good thing that she isn't because she were, I’d pin her against the wall and kiss her in front of all of these folks, before lifting up that skirt for another peek at her sassy red g-string. That thong hasn’t left my mind since I saw it this morning, and I know it'll continue to float in my thoughts until I see it again.
Of course, my current train of thinking would leave these poor souls shocked and appalled. Word would get back to my father that I was behaving inappropriately again, and Wilhelm would corner me for another “talk.” Fuck that.
Shaking my head, I turn back to the party.
“What do you think, Your Highness?” the Chancellor asks. Shit. I realize he’s been babbling about something, but I have no idea what. I clear my throat as I shift from foot to foot, trying to come up with something to say. All eyes are on me, and I can’t avoid answering the question any longer.
