The Evil Queen

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Chapter One.

Octavia looked down at the bed in front of her. The only thing keeping her from climbing back into it was the undeniable fact that if she did, the Queen, also known as her mother, would be up her ass.

"Come back to bed," the woman, laying across the welcoming blankets she did not wish to leave in the first place, moaned and stretched her arms out to Octavia.

"You know I can't. Just how you know my mother must never know you stayed here last night. You simply came here early-"

"To help you dress, yes yes, I am aware of the rules." The maid cut Octavia off.

"I believe in one of those rules, interrupting royalty, seems to be one you are forgetting more frequently..." Octavia glared down at the beautiful redheaded woman. Her pointed ears shivered and a cold trill traveled down her back.

"Yes, your majesty. My apologies," the woman bowed her head and quickly made her way to get off the enormous bed. "Please, sit. Do you wish for multiple braids or one?" The maid asked, her feet walking to stand behind the chair Octavia normally sat in when getting ready.

"One should be fine. It's getting too long, I may have to cut it off after my coronation." Octavia ran her fingers through her long white hair. It reached down, almost touching her lower back. Looking into the mirror sitting on the large desk, her pointed ears were longer than most in the royal family. Most had shorter pointed ears either from birth or close calls from battles. She couldn't count on two hands how many times a chunk of ear almost got cut off from loose arrows on the battlefield.

"Your hair is so beautiful, it is sad that one day I won't be able to braid it anymore," the maid said, running her fingers through the bottom of Octavia's white hair. Looking up into the mirror herself, she locked eyes with Octavia's piercing blue eyes. They were such pure blue they almost seemed fake, it was such a pure blue, the rarest gems were put to shame in comparison; nor the gentian flowers the gardeners tended to in the garden.

"I do believe, Olivia, you enjoy pulling it more than braiding it." Octavia raised a brow at the redheaded woman behind her. Olivia's green eyes widened and instantly looked down, staring at the back of Octavia's head. A small chuckle left Octavia's lips while she watched her maid's face turn redder by the second. "But do not fear, even with short hair, your fingers will be able to grab a hold with ease. The braids will just be smaller."

"Yes, I do believe you are right, your majesty."

There was a small silence between them. It seemed they didn't know what to say to each other unless one of them was taking their clothes off or Octavia was giving Olivia a demand. Granted, it never used to be like this. Most of the past Maids never stayed around long enough for Octavia to grow an interest. It seemed as though everyone that walked into her life turned around and decided to walk right back out. Her sister, Ava, was the only one that could be with her for long periods of time. Most found Octavia intimidating, there was a rumor that her eyes alone could suck the soul right out of your body with just a glance. If one were to lock eyes with her, you surely would drop dead on the spot. When Olivia first started, she was Ava's handmaiden, always there, right by her side, which included when Ava went to see her sister. The two being in the same room at the same time never was an issue. Olivia did her job and Octavia paid her no mind.

Until one day...

"Did you hear the news?" Ava strutted into the library, Olivia following close behind. The only other person near was the guard, Mallie, stationed outside to make sure Octavia was safe.

"What news?" Octavia asked, not taking her eyes off the book laying against her legs. She was sitting on the loveseat, her back against the armrest, and legs comfortably propped up with pillows, a soft blanket laying across them.