His Queen

Chapter 2

"Maira help me bring these clean towels up to the king's room. He should be back from his meeting with the governor shortly," her supervisor, Landy Myers, rushed chucking a basket full of towels in her small hands. A smirk flutter across Maira's lip as she watched the sweet old lady rushed about. They were actually in the kitchen and they were a little short staffed today. So Ms. Wilson who always does the laundry was out and so were two other maids. They were coming down with the cold and Ms. Landy thought it best for them to go home rather than stay and infect the whole staff. And it couldn't have been a worst time.

Everyone was busy doing something and the mad pace at which everyone was moving, it could be compared to headless chickens running about like they were crazy. The cause for this mad dash however was because the royal ball was coming up and they had to make sure everything was in order. Granted it was in a few weeks but Landy prided herself on being early and rush free when the time comes. Landy spoke quickly, approving and disapproving of the different flowers coming in from the gardens "No that won't do, yes the red and white it fine. Get more of those and arrange them in the foyer."

"Ms Landy..."

"I can't find..."

"Landy, Mitchelle is not feeling well..." Everyone was seeking her attention and Maira was overwhelmed by it all. And it wasn't even her. Maria was about to put the basket down and help her but Landy fixed her with a glare. "No, the King will need those as soon as he gets back. Go deliver them..."

Maira didn't want to bother her but she had no idea where the king's room was. Yes she knew it was on the west wing of the palace but still. "I don't know where it is..." she muttered apologetically.

"You'll know when you see. Just go down the aisle..." before Maira could ask any more questions Landy was off to some other task.

With not a minute to spare she dashed up the stairs that led from the side of the kitchen that would end into one of the hallways. It was the only stairs the helpers use mostly as shortcut. As she climbed to long flight of stairs she thought about all she had to do today. Her main duties were cleaning and tidying the bedrooms on the easy wing of the palace. Others were responsible for cleaning the King's. They had a different clearance level for that and she was a little reluctant to go in. Granted she had to find it first.

Once at the top of the stairs, she ran left, heading to the west wing. Looking left and right into some adjoining corridors, she's was starting to her frustrated. Landy had said she would know it when she saw it but she was starting to think it was horse shit when a different aisle presented itself. She ran down the nearly dim hall and smiled in relief when she saw double doors at the end of it. It was full gold door with the country symbol, a roaring lion's head in the middle. Now that looked like the kings room.

Reminding herself that he was not in, she rushed in and thought about dropping the basket of towels but thought better of it. She didn't want the King thinking his maid service was sloppy. So pulling two of the white fluffy garments she ran to the bathroom to leave them when the shower door suddenly snapped open. She stopped dead in her tracks.

A long penis.

That was the first thing she saw. Her mouth was wiping the floor as she stared wide eyed at it before her eyes trailed up. If there was any time at all that she wanted the earth to swallow her up it was now. She wasn't embarrassed when her breast had pooped out in class and all the students and teachers had seen her. No that was okay. Or that moment when she thought her crush was going to kiss her but he was only reaching of something behind her. Those moments weren't embarrassing at all. Not compared to this.

Sweet mother of God, she was looking at the King. Naked.

She had never met him before, had only caught a glimpse of him from a far and other times on the net or in the papers. But those media outlets couldn't possible capture the absolute beauty of the creature standing before her. He was gorgeous in all his 6' 4" inches, his wet hair mated on his head. If it was dry she imagined it would be thick and wavy, and soft as hell. His strong cheek bone and chiseled square jaw rounded off by pouty cheery lips, he stole the title of Adonis. He crushed the mythical god, shamefully surrendering the title to this mere human before her. But he wasn't just a mere human. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. She thought him handsome before but seeing him like this in all his glory would forever go down in history in her mind. Her breath hitched as her gaze met his. God, how was his eyes so green. They seem to darken more as she stare and when he raised his perfect eyebrows the trance she was under broke.