The Lost Royal

Knock me off my feet

Blocking my path seemed to be my new mortal nemesis. Whatsherface - Becca. I don't make a habit of making friends quickly but a new enemy already is kind of fast and rather unlikely. 

"You're late." Becca checks her imaginary watch that seems to be missing because I look down with her. When she sees me watching, she just shoos my eyes away from it. It cannot be unseen. It's particularly amusing even. "It's past sunrise," she says with conviction, with her eyebrows curving inward and scowling lips.

"Good morning to you too." I try to squeeze between her to budge her out of the way, but then she forcefully pushes on my shoulder and cryptically says, "don't be next time."

She nods her head at one direction, "You're going to be working in the bathrooms today." She takes the last word and exits first. It wasn't really flawless, I take away a win for my part. Who lets her be the boss, but then I figure it out because she's technically my boss or trainer right now. Wait, how could she leave me without any instructions? Where's Lola when I need her?

The bathroom cleaning supplies lean against my locker as I stuff in my belongings. Then I shut it close with a bang in outrage. Everyone seemed to have disappeared. Is there an off day I'm supposed to know about?

Oh, well, I have to prepared to be busy with work. It's after all my first day. I can't help but gasp at the enormous private chambers of the prince. It will be a sight to see as I work, and I'm feeling gracious of that. I hate always seeing the nasty dishes displayed in washed out food or working in the horrendous kitchen that is truly a piece of art.  

I make my way to the bathroom. Oh, my. It's not exactly clean but it's not also shining. I'm, of course, not complaining. It's a better outlook, and there is just so much ease in here to work. And not to mention the vast area.

I get started humming a tune that is all the Pelluvian lullabies when growing up my mother sang to me. I mop the crystal tiles of the bathroom floor. There it's crystal-clear. Now I just have to make sure that I don't slip on my feet knowing very well -

-how clumsy I am - I'm caught off balance because the next thing I know, my feet are airborne. I don't hear the door being opened and hear a surprised muffle - and I crash into him - just in time for the stranger to catch me by my upperarms. Unfortunately the floor is too slippery because I needed to make it extra dazzling that I topple over him and we slide to the bedroom floor. Me. On top. Of him. Painful. Embarrassing.

"Ouuccch." The stranger has to extend the vowels. I peek my eyes open and I'm staring into riveting brown eyes. They are swarming with questioning gold sparks. I remember my position on him, and my cheeks flush. He seems to answer with his own cheeks reddening. "I'm so very sorry," apologizing for the unwarranted state we were in addition to everything else, "who are you though? I didn't know anyone was going to be here."

He looks at me incredulously, "I should be asking you that!"