The Servant

Chapter 1

Whenever I was free from my duties, I would always read books and sing songs. Something to keep my mind away from everything and everyone. I couldn't write letters, nor could I send anything out to family - because I have know family, the closest thing to a brother just so happens to be King Sinbad himself.
My master.
I try my best to make him happy everyday, and see to it that he's in great condition; but whenever in see him lavishing off wine and women, my heart breaks. My opportunity to express my love for him is gone,and my heart breaks in agony. But I still try. I still think of ways to build up myself in order to do it - I have to do it.
We've known each other for so long, that surely he mist think of me sometimes. Then again, Sin has changed. He's much greedier and vile. It makes me sad just thinking about the boy who saved me from the jungle way back then.
"Hera, " I tensed up and turned to see Sinbad standing by the door. His golden eyes locked onto me like a kid who is in search of something. I felt my heart beating out of control. "Have you seen Pristi? I need to ask her something. "
I shook my head. I've never spoken to Sinbad, not even when we're children. He thinks I'm mute. He nods to me, and turns away. Leaving to find his general. My heart was being sawed into smaller pieces.
"Oh yeah," He turned around and our eyes locked again. I perked up and waited for what all he was going to say. "I wanted to have some wine before I go to bed tonight. Could you prepare it for me? "
I nodded. He smiled before running off. I rested my head on the table and groaned. Why can't I speak to Sin so casually? How hard is it?

"I love you. " I mumbled to no one, because the one person I want, can never love me in return.

That night, I carefully made my way to Sinbad's room. My hands were shaking and heart was beating. I carefully held the tray with one hand ,and reached out to knock on the door. What if he's naked? Or with a guest? I don't want to intrude on his private affairs!
I softly knocked on the door and waited. Knocking three more times,before opening the door and walking inside. I didn't look directly at Sin, I just walked into the room; poured the wine into his cup, sat the bottle on his table and stood against the wall. Remaining silent. The tray was over my face as I try not to think so much about him.
"You know, " his tone snapped me out of my thoughts. "Ever since I've met you,I've been counting the days you haven't spoken to me. This makes it over 9,000 days now. "

I assume he has Ja'far keeping count. I know he wasn't able learn how to read or write when he was young. He had lost his parents at an early age.

"I wish to hear your thoughts.... about anything. From the weather to the sea- even our childhood stories and dreams for the future. " He leaned in close to me. The cup of wine in his hands.
"I feel like I'm talking to myself at times, but I know you listen. You always do. I wonder what must be done in order to hear a hum or a sigh."

My eyes were watering. I quickly bowed and walked away from Sinbad, running back to my room and laying on my bed. Hoping that Sinbad wasn't lying to me. That he really wants to hear my ideas.

The next morning, was in fact my morning to wake Sinbad and prepare breakfast. Dawn was approaching,and I was fixing his favorite roasted cod dressed in favor capturing herbs and spices. A old recipe from Partaveia. When I opened the door, I frowned to see Sinbad was with a guest. She was stunning, Sin's large arms holding her close and secure. The wine bottle was empty and now three cups were sitting on the nightstand empty. I had fixed his plate and sat it down. Any minute now, and the King will awaken. I poured water in a fresh cup and sighed. How much could my heart handle? Why do I feel as if I'll never be able to express my love for this king.

When I left the room and went on with my duties, I avoided Sin all day long; I bet he was upset with me. But it didn't matter,things were getting done, so he should be happy with that.
"I don't understand why she's avoiding me now? Do you know how annoying it is just to get her to speak." I heard Sinbad rant. "I can even get a sound out of her; and I'm the one who's known her for so long. "
I stayed by the wall and listened carefully. Sinbad was drunk - he was ranting -about me.
"I'm starting to regret making that promise to her. she's not even worth all of this stress. "
I felt pain.
So much pain.
My hands were shaking as I turned and left the hall. Packing my belongings: I didn't really have much, but a few clothes.
I fell onto the floor, my hands covering my heart. All of this pain - it hurts so much. How can I get rid of it?
"Hera! " I heard Sinbad yell.
"Leave me alone. " I whispered. My eyes were at the window. And Sinbad was lingering around - drunk, and searching. I stayed in my room and began to cry.