Kelli's POV
Did she just... Thank me?! She just thanked me! She was about to slap me, and then she stopped. She said how she wouldn't become a monster, and how she thought I was brave! After she threw tea on me, slapped me once, and pushed me around. Who knew this much drama could happen in two days.
I watched her walk off, not believe what had just happened. In the last ten minutes, I found out my girlfriend was an abusive woman, she hated me, I might actually care for Mariska, and that her maids are heartless.
I made my way to the kitchen; which was practically where I was all day, fixing meals, tea, and correcting my mistakes. I feel more like a chef than anything else. I entered the kitchen, having no idea what I was going to make.
Deciding on asking Mariska, I walked to the study, not finding her. I then checked her bedroom, the bathroom, her dining room, just about every room in the house. I eventually found her in the balcony, talking with a man.
He had short hair and had large shoulders. She kissed his cheek, smiling at him. I watched him, the way he looked at her. I felt a small amount of jealousy. But what is there to be jealous about? She clearly doesn't like me, she just is a grown ass woman you can't go to bed by herself (credit to LIVN4BENSON16 ).
He talked to her for awhile longer before kissing her one more time and leaving. I walked into a different room, not want to be seen. After he left the castle, I found Mariska, "Mistress?"
"Yes?" She asked, walking back into the castle.
"Do you have any requests for lunch?"
"Surprise me, and not with hot tea," she said, walking into her room. She started looking through her closet. "Tonight I'm going out with Christopher. I need you find me a dress after you prepare lunch and take me there."
"Yes, Mistress."
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I opened the carriage door, letting Mariska out. I held my hand out, letting her take it and helped her out.
"Mariska!" A man exclaimed, pushing me aside and hugging her.
"Hi, Christopher."
He turned to me, his dark eyes staring me down, "Who are you?"
"I'm Kelli, her butler," I said. He pushed my shoulder.
"Well then shoo, I have plans with the queen. She may not be coming back tonight," he chuckled, winking at me.
"Will you be returning tonight, Mistress?" I asked, avoiding his eyes.
"Yes, you can stay here by my side."
Christopher groaned, "Does the butler have to stay?"
"She's my servant, nothing more, she won't be interrupting us."
He licked his lips, kissing her lightly.
Ouch, that hurt. Only a servant, the thought didn't hurt as much as the statement does. He linked arms with her, pushing me again. I followed behind; knowing I was going to dread this.
Mid-party
I watched Mariska dance with Chris, laughing at him. She was faking it, and I could tell. He was her boyfriend for the crowd, he was rude, but handsome. I knew she probably wouldn't want a relationship, considering she didn't go home with him. I didn't know her that well, but I knew her well enough to know that she was headstrong and got what she wanted.
After another hour, she and Chris came over, holding hands.
"Kelli, will you get us some champagne?" Mariska asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I sighed, walking to one of the men with trays and taking two glasses. I gave them the glasses.
"Kelli, can I see you for a minute?" Christopher asked, walking away from Mariska.
"Only if my Mistress agrees," I said, looking at Mariska. She nodded, letting me talk to him. We walked across the room.
"Listen, she's mine, she likes me and not you."
I blinked, slightly shocked, "I never claimed her as anything but my Mistress. And still, that does not make her mine, you heard her say I'm only a servant."
"Just wait until she starts staying at my place, you'll lose your job."
"I didn't choose my job. I was forced into it," I informed, looking up at him with an agitated look. "I think I hear my Mistress calling me."
I walked back to her, taking her empty glass and putting it down.
"How much alcohol have you had, Mistress?" I asked, smelling the alcohol on her breath.
She looked at her fingers, counting, "Two glasses of red wine, some champagne, a little more wine... And some more wine..."
"I think it's time for you to go home, Mistress," I suggested, holding her and for support.
"Okay, can I say goodbye to Christopher?" She asked, looking around for him.
"I'm here," he said, kissing her cheek, "Are you sure you don't want to stay?"
"Yeah, I'm tired."
He nodded, hugging her and putting his hands behind her neck, "Chris, stop..."
He brought her face to his, "stop!"
He continued, making her uncomfortable, "Hey! She said stop!"
I pushed him away, glaring as A drunk Mariska leant on me. This woman's behavior towards me was like a roller coaster; one second she hated me, the next she was dependent.
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