Forbidden Love

Chapter 3: The Dinner

Hey! Well I had just finished ch 3 and wasn't going to post it until Saturday but I just couldn't help myself :P

I am getting so antsy. I really want to skip ahead to the good parts but we have to get through all the boring stuff first :/ Hang in there and I promise it will get absolutely get better from ch 10 on :D

I dedicated this ch to one of the voters that voted for ch 1. I also want to give one last shout out to Abbalicious236 for being my biggest fan so far and we aren't even to the good part yet. So thank you everyone and enjoy :)

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I aimlessly wondered the hall until I found a huge door with voices coming from the other side. This must be it. Even after all this time I didn’t have a clue; not even the tiniest hint of the reason he called me to dinner.

I opened the door and found the King at a huge table. The only thing missing was the food. King Roland was chatting with the man from earlier but stopped as soon as I entered. He once again observed me making me feel uncomfortable yet again. A smile appeared on his face.

"I knew that dress would look good on you.”

I looked down at myself. I had to agree with him. The whole assembly of stuff seemed to match my style. If he had given me the choice of choosing my own dress I probably would have picked this one anyways. Even though I agreed with him it was still awkward. I took his words in a different way then I think he was meaning. I felt like he wasn’t complimenting the dress but my body. I could just sense it from the way he eyed me every time I saw him. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

I had no clue how to respond to him. I wasn’t in the slightest bit comfortable and I only just got here. This dinner would be a disaster.

“Thank you, your highness,” I went with something very safe.

“Come, sit.” King Roland gestured to the table.

“Your majesty, pardon me for asking, but I can’t help but wonder why you have summoned me here” my voice shaked a little bit. I kept trying to calm myself down. My fear was beginning showing itself in my voice. I had to keep it under control. I just couldn’t shake the thought. Many awful things started to fill my head about the reason I was here. Just because he said I was going to be a maid didn’t mean I was really going to. I was his now and nothing I can do will change that.

One of the awful occupations in particular stuck in my brain. Back at my old castle I remembered the rumors of maids being sold to Kings and forced to be sex slaves. With the way he was looking at me I knew this had to be it.

“I thought that since you were new here and the first maid that we could discuss your job, my expectations, and the rules of my castle.” His voice boomed through the room.

I slightly became less tense. Maybe I was really going to be a maid. I sat down in my chair and put my napkin on my lap.

He clapped his hands together and in came a feast. Waiters carrying food entered one after another. It was like a never ending train. Vegies, fruits, and main courses all laid out in front of me.

It didn’t take long before my stomach growled. All this food was professionally prepared. This was the fanciest food I had ever eaten.

I observed the King grab his food before I did the same. Soon my plate was full and I was ready to dig in. After dinner the King began to talk about my schedule.

“You will be in this castle for a while so let’s get talking. In 3 days my daughter and son will be coming and you will care for them. You need to treat them just as good as you treat me and think of them as your bosses.”

I nodded my head.

“Good. You will be responsible for washing clothes, and making beds, etc. You will sleep in your room every night until we get more maids. Your dinner will be served at 8 o’clock, lunch at 1 o’clock, and breakfast at 7 o’clock sharp.”

Once again I nodded my head. I jotted down all the times in my head and tried my hardest to remember them until I could get back to my room and write them down. This was something I had to remember.

“Now if you would excuse me I have other business to attend to” He stood up and left the room.

I did the same and left the dining room. As soon as I entered my room I jotted down the times of my new schedule.

As I undressed for a shower I thought about my day. Just this morning I was 3 hours away living peacefully and now here I am.

I stepped into the shower and let the water run down my back. I thought about my new tasks I would be completing in a few days. I had to care for a prince and a princess. Not only was I caring for one but two! I took a deep breath. You don’t have a choice I kept telling myself.

I quickly finished washing myself and got on my pjs before going to bed.

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I bolted up in my bed. I had a horrible dream that I was taken from the castle and forced to stay there, almost like a slave.

I slightly laughed at myself. It was just a dream.

Suddenly I began to panic. This wasn’t my usual room. As I looked around as recognition slowly sinked in. It wasn’t a dream. I was forced to life here and I am a slave.

I tried to relax and laid back down, but no matter how hard I tried; I couldn’t go back to sleep.

I needed fresh air. I opened the door and tiptoed down the hall until I found a balcony.

The fresh night breeze hit me blowing my hair around. It was refreshing and made me relax. I stared up at the stars and made a wish like I always did whenever it was a clear night sky. Please let something good come out of me staying here.

After my wish I retraced my tracks and found my room, and once again attempted to go back to sleep. This time it worked and I drifted off as I slept through my first night at the castle.