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55- The curse of kings and queens- Teen wolf AU- part 5

Part 5

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You woke up to a loud, impatient banging on your door. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you went to see who it was, not caring that you had been wearing your dress for a number of days. When you opened the door, you were met with the unhappy face of the princess.

"You need to learn to wake up in the morning if you are shadowing me, I have a lot of important duties. Unlike you, I'm not just here to be a future trophy wife." You clenched your jaw at her words but maintained enough will, to keep quiet. "This is Lydia. She's here to dress you, do your hair, and run baths for you and much more. She is your servant, treat her as you like. If she misbehaves don't be afraid to strike her." Behind Hayden, a strawberry blonde woman emerged, her hair scraped back into a plain ponytail. As she stood next to Hayden you admired her features, her face was a lot softer and her eyes shimmered more, as if they contained more love for life. Compared to Hayden, Lydia looked like she should be the princess.

"It's very nice to meet you Lydia." You greeted her politely, having no intention of ever striking her. She said hello back and walked into your room, an engraved box in her hands.

"Farewell, I'll be seeing you shortly." Hayden announced abruptly, eagerly leaving your room to do whatever it was she had to do.

"What's in the box?" you ask Lydia curiously. She smiled and set the box down on the table in your room.

"It's your outfit for today. The queen payed a visit to your chambers during the party to see what clothes you owned and noticed you didn't have many regal clothes." You raised your eyebrows at her generosity. The dress she had given you was an earthy green. It was slim and modest. Clearly the queen had payed attention to your closet.

"I'll help you change." Lydia offered. You hesitated then started to untie the dress you were wearing. "Oh don't worry ma'am, I'll do that." The feeling of someone helping you do everyday things was unusual, but something you would have to get used to. She came around to the front of you, and stared at the middle of your chest. "That's unusual..." she muttered to herself. You self-consciously covered yourself. She apologised, yet a questioning look remained. You realised there was no point hiding from Lydia, she would be dressing you frequently.

You looked down at the mark over your heart. There was a diamond shape in the centre, with roots spiralling in and out around it, creating a pattern on your chest. It looked like a tattoo, but it wasn't created by any needle.

"I got it when I was 5, I was struck by a light and marked for life." You informed her and in reply, she gave you an apologetic look.

"It's a very pretty pattern, I have just seen nothing like it before." You placed down the cloth you had covered yourself with.

"So Lydia, how long have you been working here?" you wanted to get to know the woman who was going to be with you every day and you were also eager to change the subject, as you had never told anyone about the mark before, except Inga who had been there when it happened.

"Around 6 years. I came here when I was 11 with my mother. She was offered the position to serve the queen when her lady passed away of old age. I was given a job assisting the cooks, but it didn't suit me. My mother taught me everything you need to know to do this job and when the queen realised, she promised me the job of looking after you, whenever you arrived." You listened carefully as the new dress was slipped over your shoulders.

"So how did the queen find out?" she tied the back of the dress up tightly, almost harshly. You told yourself it was so it was secure.

"Oh... you know... my mother mentioned it..." she guided you over to the dressing table, so she could braid your hair.

"She must've been very close to the queen to do that, it's very brave." You watched as she twisted your hair into a long plait that travelled from the right side of your head to the left, and fell down your shoulders.

Lydia said no more, as she finished helping you get ready. Suddenly there was a knock on the door to your chambers.

"Would you get that Lydia?" You asked, admiring her work in the mirror. She curtsied and rushed over to the door, opening it to allow the visitor to enter.

"Lydia." You heard stiles greet your maid. You turned round and smiled at him, yet he hadn't looked over, his eyes glued on Lydia as he walked in. there was an uneasy feeling settling inside you. Something about the situation didn't sit right with you.

"Stiles it's good to see you again." you stated, now standing from the seat you were in. he turned his attention to you.

"Wow y/n, you look very lady like." He joked. "I see that's Lydia's doing, and my mothers of course. Yet that look wouldn't look nearly as beautiful on anyone else." Lydia turned to close the door as you giggled.

"You don't look too bad yourself your majesty." He opened his arms and twirled, jokingly giving you a view of his outfit.

"I'm here to take you to a family meeting." Stiles watched Lydia as she made her way over to the corner of the room, her head down, eyes on the floor.

"I would be delighted to go, would you just give me a minute. I have to find some shoes to wear first." Stiles replied by saying he would wait patiently outside. As soon as the doors closed, you marched over to Lydia.

"What was that?" you whispered in a hushed tone. You may have never had a servant before or lived in a castle with a royal, but you knew that wasn't normal behaviour.

"I don't know what you mean my lady, the family often have meetings to discuss personal matters and matters of the state." Lydia refused to look you in the eyes.

"That's not what I meant and you know that. What was that between you and the prince?" sadly, you never got a reply. Stiles knocked on the door, attempting to hurry you. You dropped the matter and picked up your shoes, slipping them on your feet. You walked out of the room and managed to smile at stiles as if nothing happened. You wondered whether to raise the subject with stiles, but decided against it. You didn't want to start your relationship with an interrogation, despite what your gut was telling you