Forged With the Elements

(7) You Expect Me to Dance?

Heheheh, I'm very proud of myself. I'm happy with how this chapter turned out and I wasn't expecting it to be so long!

Chapter 7

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"I like to party.

And by party, I mean take naps."

~ anon

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Aithne

Hailey and a bunch of other maids scurry throughout my room like a swarm of bees, helping me get ready.

The minute I walked into my room, the maids were in a single file line, waiting for me. They stared at me from head to toe, not saying anything about my rugged appearance. My hair was slightly damp, my brown curls curling sharper in a tangled mess. I tried to brush my hair out back in the gardens with my fingers, but it didn't help smooth it out.

My white shoes were no longer white. They were covered in mud and small streaks of grass stains. My yellow off the shoulder shirt was the only thing that looked neat and clean, except for the really tiny blotches of brown mud.

They push me into the bathroom, ushering me to start taking my clothes off. I wasn't comfortable undressing in front of them so I convinced the ladies to wait outside while I took off my clothes. They complied. Hailey filled up the tub and added some bubbles before she left, the warmth radiating out of the white marble tub.

I look around the giant room. It's more magnificent and of high quality than the one back home. The floors are a white tile, with gray, black, and gold streaks swimming in each square. The tub is in the center of the bathroom, underneath a small golden chandelier that hangs crystal diamonds from its curves.

The sun hits the diamonds, creating tiny rainbows on the floor. There were tall windows along the walls across the tub. The drawers are a white cream color with golden handles. There is a standing shower with a door made of glass.

There are a few lit scented vanilla candles sporadically placed around the room. The tub starts to fill up and I step in, feeling tingles down my spine. The minute I turn the diamond knob of the tub, my maids start scurrying in, rushing to get soaps and shampoos.

"I can wash myself," I say to the rushing maids. No one hears me. They are all arguing over which scented shampoo to use.

"She should smell like vanilla!" one shouts.

"Roses would suit her better," another shoots back.

"How about lavender?" one holds up a purple colored shampoo bottle.

After some more bickering between them, they decided to go with roses.

They all scoot to me as I sit in the tub, feeling somewhat uncomfortable that I'm the only one naked. The bubbles give me some relief, covering most of by body except my neck and head. Two of the maids grab each one of my arms and start scrubbing me down, hard.

"Uh, I think I can do this myself," I say, but my suggestions are drowned out as two other maids and Hailey argue about how to style my hair.

The maids that scrub me spotless, reassure me that this is all part of their job and that I shouldn't have to worry.

"It's really not that big of a deal," I say, as one of the maids grab my foot and start to scrub as if it were a chalkboard.

"Just sit back and relax, Your Majesty," the other says, rubbing shampoo in my hair.