Daechwita and The Baker's daughter | MYG FF

Chapter 8

Wait- What? I don't want to become his personal maid! What if this is his way to let me die slowly and unnoticed?! Sweatdrops started forming on my forehead. 'W-What? Why me? I'm the lowest range...!' I said.

Miss. Celia shrugged her shoulders. 'I don't know either. But I know one thing, and that's that you have to obey him. You can't disobey him, because that's disrespectful. He wants you to be his personal maid from now on. Come, follow me. I'll get you ready.' Miss Celia said. I just nodded and walked behind Miss. Celia to the maids' dressing room.

'As a personal maid, you have to wear something different. Look, this is what you'll wear. Put it on now, if you need help, call me.' Miss Celia instructed me. I just nodded and kind of admired the dress. 

The dress you wore first:

(the old dress was full of holes and was very dirty so yeah)

The dress you're going to wear now:

The fabric was a better quality and the dress fit exactly around my body. I became skinnier throughout the days, as I had to survive in that cell for ten days and had to work a lot but didn't eat much. 

And with becoming skinnier, I didn't mean it in a positive way. I looked extremely unhealthy and totally not beautiful. I just hoped that the better days would come fast, so that I could finally a normal meal. But for now, I believed that day wouldn't come.

I walked out the 'fitting room', which was actually just a single wall made of a curtain hanging down. The curtain was full of holes and was a bit see-through. If they want to, someone could just look at me changing. 

I showed my outfit to Miss. Celia. She sighed. 'The dress looks good, but it's your skinny figure that makes it too sloppy. We don't have a smaller size, unfortunately. I'm sorry, but you have to survive in this, until you're having a healthier figure, I guess.' Miss. Celia said. 

I just nodded and thanked her for the dress. I also told her that I was okay with the outfit like how it was now. Miss. Celia smiled a bit. 'Okay, Idris. I won't say this to make you scared, but almost every personal maid from the King didn't survive. If you want to stay alive, you have to avoid making mistakes.' She said.

'You'll do the cleaning the most in the room. When you have nothing to do, just clean the room once again. If you're doing something, it's okay. Further, you need to help him dress up sometimes, if the outfit is complicated. Serve him anything when he wants to. If he orders a drink, make sure to bring it within three-to-five minutes. If he orders a meal, make it yourself if  it's a small one and finish it within fifteen minutes. If it's a bigger meal, which you can't make, give it to the proffesional cooking-maids.' She told me.

I nodded again. I wondered how many times I've nodded in these two days. 'Okay. Got that?' Miss Celia asked me, a little bit more rude, because another maid walked in. 'Yes, ma'am.' I said. 'Alright. I'll bring you to the King's chamber now. I trust you, stay strong.' Miss Celia encouraged me, while whispering the last part.

After sometime, we arrived at the King's room. I bowed to Miss. Celia when she left me. I sighed and decided what to do now. Was I supposed to knock on the door or wait outside until someone would come?

I was really doubting what to do. What if the King would get angry at me if I would come into his room? But he can also become mad if he sees me standing outside of his chamber doing nothing. After a huge fight with myself, I decided to knock on the door. 

When I knocked, I heard gasps of the guards and maids around me. Someone whispered: 'She really dared to knock on the King's door!' I froze. 

I made a mistake.

I wanted to run away, but I knew as good as anyone that the King would find me eventually. Suddenly, I heard the door opening. I immediately looked down and saw that it was the King. 

Why would he open the door himself?

The thought striked through my mind, but I immediately shoved it away. 'What are you doing here?' The King asked with a cold voice. 'I-uh... Miss. Celia told me to go here because I was appointed as your p-personal maid, Your Majesty...' I whispered-said. 

The King hummed a bit. 'Ah, I remember. Take your utensils and clean my room. I'm going.' He said. I bowed and he let me enter the room. When he left, I exhaled heavily and placed my hand on my chest, trying to calm down. 

After a while, I looked up and saw the room. It was big, of course. What else did I expect of a King's room? The bed also looked gorgeous. 

It had a 'keep-off-the-Company' rail infront of it, and the curtains were made of crimson red silk with beautiful details on it. The wall behind the bed was decorated with beautiful paintings. I've always loved to draw and paint. But I never got to do it in real life. 

I always drew with some left-over charcoal on one of the walls, if there weren't any people around. If they came to know it was my work, they would kill me for sure. But if I saw a drawing in public, I would stare at it for a long time, to get the image in my head.

But for now, I had to keep my eyes off the paintings, otherwise I would be doing nothing, and the King would kill me. I took my utensils and started the already clean room. 

After an half hour, the door was opened harshly. I flinched and looked around, only to see the King storming inside. His gaze was glassy, his hair was messed up and his usually neat clothes were a complete mess. There were blood spatters on his face and clothes.

I tried keeping a gasp in, but unfortunately, a little 'oh-' left my mouth...

"One of the most important rules is not to react on the King, even if he's looking like he could rip the whole surroundings."