Demitytes Bride

The diary of a maid has a chapter on dusting. And espionage. But mostly dusting

The diary of a maid has a chapter on dusting . And espionage. But mostly dusting.

Jyanet was one of the highest ranking palace maids. She had been trained in being a maid since she was twelve, and had started out doing odd jobs, rising slowly through the ranks. Only the highest order of maids worked in the royal suite, and that was were she worked now. Ever since the prince brought back the princess from Erth, her job had become harder. Mostly because the princess was wildly unpredictable and independent. Jyanet would suddenly find she had destroyed a vase, or a picture, sometimes thrown her food across the room. The worst was when the princess would suddenly disappear without warning. Presumably, wandering the palace without an escort, unsupervised. She suppressed a dangerously reprobative thought about the girl.

Jyanet knew she should not feel anything negative for the alien.In fact, before the princess came here, the prince had called those who waited on the royal suite for a meeting. The prince! She had come face to face with the prince, who had been rather scary, though swoon-fully handsome. She understood why so many of the younger maids took evening shifts in his study in hopes of seeing him.

Anyway, the prince had, very scarily, impressed upon them that showing any kind of distaste or enmity to the foreigner was going to leave him very, very angry. It had left some of the younger bellboys crying. To show any kind of distaste or negative emotion to a master went against her code of conduct personally. However, with the alien, she had to forcefully restrain some of her disapproval when the princess returned from another unchaperoned tour, or had a screaming match with the prince.

It was like this when, one day the prince returned to the suite with the truant princess in his arms.

Jyanet was dusting the curtains, when the prince came in. He looked at her and flicked his eyes over to the bed. She hurried over and parted the covers so he could put the princess in and began to pull the covers back over her. She tried not to show any kind of surprise at the princess's bedraggled appearance, and grimy blotches on her skin. She supposed she should send the younger ones to run a bath for her later. The prince stood at the foot of the bed, still staring at the princess, so she ducked her head and went back to dusting, realising he wanted her to move.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him bend over her. She quickly averted her eyes. She knew prying was wrong really, and if she was caught, she wouldn't reach home alive too. Yet, there was something about the lives of the prince and the princess that drew people in. There was something magnetic about them. They were both wildly passionate people, and very intriguing. It was not a wonder the nobles and courtiers were very captivated by them.

She sometimes supervised guest room cleanings, and had met many nobles who disliked the prince, but still couldn't help but be drawn to him.

Much of the workers and ladies of the court craved the gossip and the strange stories about that horrid Erthling. Of course, she didn't really divulge anything to anyone, except to...him. That nobleman. He had saved her and her children from a certain death, and she was also sure he didn't really wish the princess ill. He had told her, it was to keep an eye on her. To make sure no trouble came to her, and she knew he was trustable, because he had saved her. He was very high up in the hierachy, so he could possible have no further ambition really.

Anyway her information was of no importance really, and she did believe he could not really do any harm to anyone with it. So she had acquiesced.

She could see that the prince had finally exited the room, and she went back to the princess. The princess looked fatigued and worried even in her sleep, as if she had gone through a great trouble. Jyanet supposed it must be hard for the girl, so young, to leave her entire planet to marry their prince. She wondered what kind of love made someone so wild and independent, willing to leave their planet tied to a single man.