The Prince's Toy

I'm dedicating the first chapter to dontwakeme for making me the awesome cover.  Thank you dontwakeme! :)

I was  a servent.  There was nothing special about me, except I was the most beautiful servent in Vigriny, the most powerful kingdom in the East Colonies.  

Servent boys from the kingdom would fight to get my attention, but high ranking officials won't give me a second glance.    

I served in Mrs. Gladstone's dress shop from dawn till dusk every day, then I would go backy to my family's small hut cottage thing.  Mrs. Gladstone mostly had me taking inventory and sewing hems.  She didn't trust me with her precious customers.  

"Amelia Pelham!" I feverently ran into the storage room at the sound of my name, nearly knocking over 2 manequins in the process.  

"Yes, mame?" I said awkwardly as I stumbled through the door.  As you can see, I'm also very graceful. Mrs.  Gladstone stood in the middle of the dark storage room, irritation paraded her face.  

"Five of my red silk ribbons are missing!" She shrieked angrily.  I couldn't see myself but I was pretty sure I turned pure white as I remembered my encounter from the day before.  

An angry customer had come into the shop complaining that she wanted red ribbons, not white.  So, naturally I gave her some.  Suddenly I remembered Mrs. Gladstone telling me that customers couldn't get changes to their dresses without her consent.  

You would think you couldn't get any paler than snow, you'd be wrong.  Mrs. Gladstone put her hands on her hips and her foot tapped on the ground.  She glared at me in the low lighting creating a sort of evil glint in her dark eyes.  I decided to be truthful.  

"A, uh..." I hesitated.  "A customer wanted a change in ribbons."  Mrs. Gladstone stopped tapping her foot and her eyes turned fiery.  

"And you didn't come tell me?!" She asked angrily.  I dropped to my knees on the cold stone floor as a wave of fear crashed over me.  "I'm sorry!  I should've come found you!" I pleaded.  Her eyes softened a bit and she let out a sigh.  

"I'll have to take the 10 coins out of your pay.  I don't feel like giving you too awful of a punishment.  I'm in a considerably good mood since the Prince is looking for a wife."  I heaved a sigh of relief.  The last time I had messed up, I was beaten with a stick.  So a pay deduction was fine with me!  

It wasn't strange that Mrs. Gladstone was happy about the Prince choosing a wife, she was only a couple of years older than me, and the prince was my age.  If she somehow got the Prince I wouldn't be surprised.    

Mrs. Gladstone was stunning with her Mocha brown hair, perfect complextion and face composition, not to mention her beautiful blue eyes.  Plus she was wealthy.   I on the other hand, not so wealthy, and compared to the wealthy women the Prince had to choose from, very plain.  

I put thoughts of the Prince away and worked extra until the sun came down putting all my effort into sewing.   All the precision God gave me was put into action.  I finished sewing 15 hems before dark.  

The closing bell rang and I scurried out the door.  

The cold autumn breeze hit me like a wall as I walked into the dark empty street.  The pale moon above my head shed enough light to just barely allow me to see the path to my home.  

I quickened my pace as the air seemed to get colder.  Twigs and leaves cracked under my feet as I made my way out of the ally into the woods.  

The bare trees' branches shook lightly in the wind creating human looking shadows on the ground. I hated the woods, I hated the city, I wished there was an inbetween.  

Finally I saw the dim lights coming through the windows of my home and I ran towards the door.  I pulled it open excited to finally get out of the cold.  

"I'm home!" I sang as I stampeded insided and lifted my 4 year old sister Ella off the ground.  She giggled and squirmed playfully in my arms.  

"Hel-lo sissy." She said in her adorable baby voice.   My mother walked into the hallway and smiled droopily.  The bags under her eyes told me she hadn't got much sleep and got too much work.  She  picked wheat on the Wellingtons' farm.  She still had to work even though she was 7 months pregnant.  I always wished I could help but there were obligations I had to the dress shop.  I suggested us switching jobs for a while but mother  wouldn't hear of it. 

I heard a bang in the kitchen/dining room and new my dad was trying to cook again.  Key word; trying.  My dad insisted that he help out more around the house until the baby arrives, but he's not an expert at handlings hot pots.  

I rolled my eyes and put Ella down investigating the kitchen.  "I'm doing fine." Dad declared cautiously trying to transport a steaming pot of soup from the fireplace to the small wooden dining table.  He carefully placed the soup on the table then shrieked and ran to the little oven.  

He took out a black loaf of charchol looking bread.  He sighed and banged his head against the wall.  "How do you women do this?" He asked.  

"It's a secret." I laughed.  The secret; we are women.  

I couldn't sleep that night.  I laid in bed dreaming of what it would be like to be wealthy or royalty. It would be so easy to be wealthy.  You wouldn't have to worry about money or feeding your family.  You'd have all you need brought to you on a silver pladder.  

Before long I drifted off to a silent rest.