"Mother, what the fuck do you mean I'll be sharing a room with one of the boys?!" I growled, my hands becoming fists.
"Well honey, for two weeks it will be Oliver, and maybe for the last two weeks it will be Jackson. That is what I mean. Also, watch your mouth or I'll cut your tongue out." The queen stated coldly, folding her hands over her lap.
"M- Your highness, I just think that isn't fair, we have spare maid and butler dorms, why not just keep them both in a spare butler room?" I groaned, ignoring the tongue comment.
"No, it's final. You need to bond with one of them. No further complaints, or I'll lock you in the dungeons again." The queen smiled coldly down at me, tilting her head slightly. I sighed and turned, walking down the steps to her throne, defeatedly pushing open the heavy oak doors with a creak. I hoisted up my dress in a… er…. Let's just say an unladylike manner and trudged up the steps into my room, not ready for what was there.
Where my bed was before was gone, replaced my a round bed with blue and pink sheets and a large black velvet canopy cascading down around the sides. My oak wardrobe had been replaced with a fancy white one, and all of my suits and shirts had been replaced with dresses, but I noticed a oak trunk under my bed filled with my real clothes, and I sighed thankfully. The other half of the room had a black bed with a black canopy above it, a black wardrobe filled with capes and shirts and jeans, and on the bed, Oliver was sitting, staring at me looking around my bedroom in awe.
"What, Princess? Why are you shocked by your own room?" Oliver sneered, hopping off the bed and walking down the two steps to the other side of the room.
"Hm? Oh no I just didn't realize you were here already." I hurriedly lied, bowing slightly as he approached.
"Ohkay, whatever. I'm just happy that Jackson isn't in here too, I can't fucking stand him." Oliver gritted his teeth, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Haha, yeah. Anyways, you wanna do something? I could give you a tour of the castle, or-" I stopped when I noticed Oliver glowering at me, his gray eyes shining through his hair.
"Listen up, Princess, I'm not here to be your best friend, I'm here because I have to be. Also, I know something weird is going on here. I can just feel it, and I'm gonna fucking figure it out." Oliver growled, smirking, before turning away and flopping on his bed, turning away from me. I stood, silent, absolutely absolutely stunned for a moment before shrugging and pulling across my privacy curtain to change. I dug through my new wardrobe for something comfy, but it was all itchy or tight clothes, even the PJs were lacey and itchy at the corners. I sighed and pulled out my trunk from under my bed, ripping off my dresses and corset and throwing off my itchy undergarments and pulling on a pair of boxers and a brown shirt with the sleeves crudely ripped off before shoving the trunk back under the bed and hopping into my bed, pulling back the covers, and finally being able to rest after a stressful day.
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FantasyREWRITE IN PROGRESS: I highly caution you if you choose to read this as it is rn. I'm currently working on a longer, better, more interesting version of this story that's also COMPLETELY DIFFERENT but also a lot more thought out. If you do choose to...
