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S L A V E ~ 8

Walking silently down the long hallways, I hummed to myself softly; a song called, Blackbird. It was a song my mother always sung to me, and it was planted within my heart because of its meaning. It meant a lot to me, and to her.

Night time came around, and I was almost certain I was the only one not in their assigned room but I had fallen a bit behind from my little conversation with the princess — which I certainly did not mind for. I just wanted to make sure that all my duties were finished before I stepped foot into the place as to where I laid my head. The path I walked was dark, and most of the lights were turned off but I was still capable to head towards the front of the house and towards the staircase; before I could make my way down, I halted in my steps as I heard loud voices coming from the closed doors behind me. With a frown, I slowly turned around and stood still, silencing all movement in order to hear what all the commotion was about at such a late time in the night ...

"you are not getting what I am saying!" I heard a stern voice, without a doubt knowing it belonged to Justin. "we are listening, Justin. Do not hold it against us for being tired" I heard Mrs.Biebers' voice trailed after,
"remind me as to why this problem cannot be solved when the sun is shining outside" The Kings voice was heard after, being the most stern, even though his voice sounded as if he was in much need of sleep.

"No. I do not appreciate having my own wedding planned out for me without my knowledge and mother needs to explain why" Justin said,
"I do not need to explain anything to you, Justin. The choice has been made, this is for the best" His mother refuted, she sounded as if she was upset, but allowed her words to roll off her tongue nonchalantly.

"This, is not right. I do not want to get married, nor will I ever"

"You don't have a choice, you need to have a lady by your side when you take the crown"
"I am capable of the responsibilities, but if you do not think I am without having some harlot by my side then by all means give the crown to someone else. This is my life and I will not let you take control" Justin emphasized which caused my eyes to widen — what foul language did he have,
no lady deserves to be called an harlot. It's not right, it just isn't.

"Justin! I will not allow you to talk to your mother that way, she is just trying to be there for you — to help"
"Then tell her to respect my wishes" Justin stated. Right then, a silence fell and no one spoke for a bit. I knew it was wrong ... to eavesdrop. I knew that if I had gotten caught, I would be in so much trouble but -

"you know what, we will continue this conversation some other time. I am tired and we all need as much sleep as we can get, there is much to do tomorrow" My thoughts were cut short by Mrs.Bieber, a yawn was heard shortly after.
  I shook my head and turned to descend down the spiral staircase, but instead, my feet bumped the edge which caused me to fall to the floor with a thud. It was surely heard.
"who was that?"

I did not have time to think who had asked the rhetorical question, neither did I have the time to see if they would investigate from behind the doors, so I quickly rose to my feet and jogged as quietly as I could down the stairs and out the door before I was seen by anyone. Luckily, the guards were still surveying the house for any unusual scenes — and not standing at the door in which I would have been seen jogging, they would think I did something wrong, and then immediately called it in.
When I arrived across the front and my door was insight, I sighed in relief and entered only a few moments after. Without a doubt Celeste was deep in sleep, and I intended not to disturb her as I changed, and then fell into a slumber myself.

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It was morning already, everyone busy working and doing what they were suppose to do. As I cleaned the dining area, all I could think about was the conversation between Justin and his parents from last night. I know that it was not any of my business at all, but I don't know — Justin intrigues me; his personality of course. Whenever he is here, he is in his room or with his brother, Jaxon or his sister, Jazmyn. He was not exactly an open book and for some reason, that — intrigued me. Regardless of what he says every time I get a bit too close incidentally, or the mere fact if we are in the same room ... It puzzled me.