Kay

12. Holy Walk- In Closets

You my dear reader are amazeballs. Above is a picture of how I envisioned Prince Gareth Malcolm Malloy.
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Shit, where is the bathroom in this freaking room. I skitter around my bedroom in the early light of dawn occasionally bumping into furniture and seriously injuring my pinky toe on the leg of the coffee table. Finally my hand grasps a bronze door knob and I turn it hoping it's not a third walk in closet. I open the door and flip on a switch and am glad to see a toilet. I pull my Batman shorts back up to cover my now relieved downstairs and I realize I'm in the most ridiculously large bathroom I've ever seen. A large soaking tub sits next to a wall of tinted glass looking out onto the massive English garden glistening with morning dew. A four by four walk in shower sits in its own little corner the blue glass tiles glistening from the chandelier - yes a freaking chandelier in a freaking bathroom- dangling from the ten foot ceilings. I quickly wash my hands and start checking the vanities to see if the bathroom is fully stocked and holy shit is it. It was like they took the bathroom aisles in Wal-Mart and shoved them in the white cabinets. I dig through and find the usual products I use and sit them in the shower so I have them when I decide I need to refresh my senses. I glance around and see a vanity shoved in a recess and decide to go see if maybe I could put my makeup over there so it's out of sight.

"Sweet Jesus, they thought of everything." Opening the draws I find every cosmetic device I could ever need, ever. And none of the cheap shit, I'm talking Mac everything from the brushes to the eyeliner to the concealer. I wasn't poor, relatively rich, but I still wouldn't be able to afford this quality of makeup in this quantity. I gaze over the different shades of eye shadows holding in every girly scream my body possessed. Just then I think of something. Quickly I ran to one of the walk in closets I had stumbled upon when I was searching for the bathroom. Throw open the door and flip a switch and take in a gulp of air the entire freaking closet is accessories. Every color of converse and van sneaker I could ever dream of. Prada and Coach purses line ten foot shelves that span at least twelve feet. Jewlry ranging from nerdy simple to just as extravagant as the crown jewels. The whole closet was color coordinated and the shoes appeared to be my size. I ran my hand over the leather toes of entire row of assorted combat boots when I had an epiphany. The other closet. I bolted across the hall into the other closet I had found while searching desperately for the bathroom. I flipped the light switch and screamed.

Rows upon rows were filled with vintage dresses, graphic tees, sweaters, jackets, blouses, skirts, jeans, and every other article of clothing imagined. I began to pull items of the racks and try to compose something to wear. I grabbed thick navy and white stripped circle skirt and a khaki sleeveless collared shirt and carried them with me to the accessory closet. I selected a pair of solid black oxfords and a set of nautical jewlry and proceeded back to the bathroom. I hooked my iPod to the surround system in the bathroom and pressed play on my "writting" playlist and began to undress to the song "Everywhere I Go" by New Politics. Quickly I stepped into the steamy shower and washed away my troubles from yesterday. I toweled off and quickly tugged on my new clothing. I tucked the skirt underneath me as I sat down on the vanity bench and proceeded to apply my makeup. As I was finishing applying my mascara I heard a light tape on my bathroom door and I rose to answer it. On the other side of the door stood a meek looking woman that wore a simple black dress and had short blonde hair.

"Yes?"

"My name is Fasia, miss, I'm your personal maid while you stay at the palace. I'm here to assist with your preparations for the day." Her voice is soft and firm.

"Did my music wake anyone?" I blush, gesturing for her to enter the spacious bathroom.

"No miss. Do you need any help doing you hair?" I remember then the towel that still surrounds my sopping wet hair.

"That would be lovely, thank you. Oh, and please call me Kay." She smiles at my kindness.

"How would you like it done?"

"Oh I dunno. I want something that fits with my outfit, how 'bout you surprise me?" She nods and gestures for me to sit down and she begins working on my hair. After she is finished my hair is pinned neatly to my head in a very vintage style that helps to keep my neck cool.

"You wouldn't by any chance be good at winged eyeliner? I'm dreadful at it but I like the look."

"How long do you want the wings to be?" From this point on Fasia helps me perfect my beauty skills and she even helps me down to the dining room for breakfast.

"How old are you, Fasia? If you don't mind me asking."

"Twenty-five miss."

"Did you choose to be assigned." She nods looking at me waiting for my next question. "Do you love him?" Her face lights up at this.

"More than anything. He's the best thing that ever happened to me." I smile, happy to see the love in her eyes. She gestures for me to enter a doorway before turning around and traveling the way we came. I step through the door way and into what seems like another hallway.

It's not a hallway, however, a table stretches the length of the room which is ridiculously long. The table must seat at least a hundred people. At the end closet to me sits King Demetri reading the daily newspaper. I stare for a long time and the paper he holds in his hand, it's been a long time since The Press used paper.

"I prefer paper rather then the glass screen of my tablet." He says not looking up from the black and white pages.

"As do I, but sadly they don't make them back home." At this he looks up and gestures for me to take a seat to the left of him.

"My children should be down soon enough. Breakfast doesn't usually start till seven and it's," he glances at his wrist, "six forty-five."

"I usually eat breakfast early and the new time zone is messing with my sleep schedule."

"Eleanor used to have the same problem." He smiles to himself. I'm about to ask him about Eleanor when Gareth stumbles into the long hall.

"Morning Father, Kay." His hair is mused but his clothes are neat and freshly pressed. His gray dress shirt is tucked into his black dress pants and his leather shoes glint in the sunlight steaming through the window. His black tie is pulled tight around his neck. His eyes look tired matching his hair.

"Gareth you forgot to do you hair. Again." A song feminine voice calls as the body it belongs to enters the room. Guinevere walks gracefully past Gareth and lightly kisses her father on the cheek before sitting next to me. "How did you sleep, Kay?"
"Perfect, thank you." I say smiling at her in a floral sun dress.

"If you don't mind I'd like to take you with me into town today to go shopping."

"That would be lovely. What are we shopping for? "

"I'm not sure yet." She laughs.

"Solid plan," I chuckle. My chuckle reaches a tremor when Griffin walks in adorned in jeans and faded t-shirt. I catch my breath seeing his muscles ripple beneath the fabric. Your hands were all over that. At this thought I blush and if I'm not mistaken Griffin is blushing as well.