My Prince Derek

My Prince Derek Chapter 9: That's Not Ketchup

********Zita********

After last night I went straight back to my room and went to sleep. I am still new here and I need enough sleep to get me through whatever Derek or whomever; wants me to do. At the break of dawn an elephant stamped broke loose outside my door. I could hear people running and pushing some even falling against the hard walls onto the marble floor. My eyes lazily opened one at a time and a yawn escaped my lips as I stretched upwards. I slowly crawled out of my bed, and padded my feet over to the bathroom. I closed the archways thin glass door that separated my bathroom from the rest of the room, and skipped over to the porcelain tub and turned on the hot water making sure the plug was clogging the drain. I turned around walking to the other side of the bathroom and pulled down the shades on a stained glass window piece. The glass was filled with exotic colors up close; however, when you step back from it the colors mesh and form a beautiful rose surrounded with other various flowers.

Reluctantly I turned around and walked back over to the tub noticing it was almost full of water. I turned the nozzle to stop the water and slipped my hands under my clothing and easily pulled them off. Dropping the dirty clothing to the floor I held onto the rim of the tub as I lifted one leg into the boiling water, and then my other leg. Lowering myself into the tub, I was bobbing up and down like a tea bag in a warm mug. Eventually my whole body was being soaked in the water. I waited until my hands became prunes and my whole body was tomato red. Pulling the plug I stepped out and grabbed a towel from a towel warmer that was next to the tub. I wrapped the towel tight around me and dried the tips of my long blond hair. I turned toward the door of my bathroom and walked over to it trying not to leave my feet on the cold tile for long.

I peeked my head out of the bathroom when I heard a heard a hasty knock followed by a little blond girl dressed in a servant uniform similar to mine expect she was wearing only black and white. Her little feet shuffled under her while holding a white plastic clothing cover twice her size, with a long black zipper connecting it in the middle, over her shoulder. Dragging it from my door to the Armoire on the other side of the room, and hung up the cover on a hook on the inside of the armoires' door. The servant then turned just enough to have her full face facing me and she let out a long sneer, glare combination. She muttered something under her breath and walked her way back over to my bedroom door taking long strides and let herself out. I slipped out from behind my bathroom door and made my way over to the towering armoire.

I reached my arm up and slightly tugged on the zipper being careful not to catch whatever was underneath. Once I slowly pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom of the bag; I slipped my right hand into the cover followed by my left and separated the cover away from each other. This revealed the prettiest dress that I have ever seen. I pulled out one of my drawers and put on some nude underwear. Turning when I heard another knock on the door, Cecania walked through with two others following her. She hustled over to me and wrapped an arm around me. Cecania pulled over the stool from my vanity and pushed me down to sit upon it. I looked up at her in confusion while she smiled down at me and winked.

********Derek********

I woke up to a snort and a moan. I turned over to a little red head snuggled under my covers. She came into my room last night asking if she could sleep here because she had a nightmare and was scared to sleep alone. When I let her into my bed she was all over me. I lifted the covers off my body and sat up. Today is the Levon festival. The Levon festival represents the fall of democracy and the rise of Queens and Kings back in year 2877. It seems like so long ago, but really it is only two generations when democracy fell. Now in the kingdoms on this day every year we have the Levon festival. It was my least favorite festival of the year. On this particular day all the commoners come into my home, and they dance and praise us when I know the truth.   I will have to pick a princess tonight, and gain my power as the King.   Thinking of ways I could easily slip out and escape from this event, I stood up from my bed and walked over to my bathroom.   In the bathroom I closed the door behind me, and shed off my Calvin Klein boxers.   Leaning into my shower I turned the dial and waited for the water to heat up.   My whole body was trembling from the cold air complementing the equally as cold tile under my feet.