Broken Memories

C.1

"Princess you shouldn't be running around. You might trip and fall," Will said softly.

"My butler shouldn't be ordering me around," the young princess whined.

"That's right Will," I said with a smirk.

He turned to glare at me. I chuckled and walked over to the princess.

"Though it'd be best if you don't run around young miss. It is true you may trip and hurt yourself," I said with a smile.

The princess smiled back and nodded happily.

"Okay Miss Emilia," she said, before walking off to her room.

"How do you calm her?" Will asked.

"Princess Alice just likes me," I said with a smile.

"You're a cocky 14 year old, Emilia," he hissed.

"Jealous?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"You're nothing but an apprentice. The king and queen prefer me over you," he said arrogantly.

"Fine by me. Who cares?" I said.

He grunted and walked off.

"M-Miss you shouldn't be making Mr. Will angry," a familiar female voice said from behind me.

I turned and was faced with the woman who helped young miss dress up. Her brown hair was tied into a neat bun, and her brown eyes showed fear. I frowned and placed my hand on my hip.

"Why are you scared Miss?" I asked.

"I-I'm just worried you might get hurt," she said softly.

"I won't. I've been working hard lately," I bragged.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'll leave you alone. Ah, um, do you know where the young princess is at?" She asked.

"Probably in her room. Why?" I asked, curious.

"She needs to be dressed. The King seems to be holding an event," she said softly.

"An event? Out of the blue? What?" I asked confused.

"Something came up. Everyone's hard at work," she said.

"I'll go help where I can. The young miss is probably in her room," I said before walking off.

Damn that King. What was wrong with him? An event? Why now? What happened?

"Miss Emilia!" A male voice called.

I turned to face them but whoever it was bumped into me. I stumbled back a bit as they fell to the floor.

"O-oh I'm so sorry Miss! I didn't mean to!" They cried.

"Oh no, it's fine," I said helping them up.

He brushed his blonde hair out of his pale face and sheepishly grinned at me. I stood up straight and cleaned myself off. His light blue eyes stared at me with confusion.

"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen Dimitrius?" I asked.

"Yes but I was going to ask for your assistance," he said kindly.

"Alright. First, tie your hair up. You can't cook like that," I said softly.

He kneeled down, blushing slightly.

"Miss Yuri always helps me but she's busy... Can you help?" He asked.

I signed and gently smacked him, earning a small ow.