At Your Service, Master

Chapter Seven

Mikaela wiped her forehead the next morning, vacuuming the endless carpets of the manor would take days. She glanced up at Nicholas's door and reluctantly knocked on the door. "Master?" she called but there was still no answer, she knocked again but the room remained silent.

Mikaela rolled her eyes and kicked the door open. She didn't care for being a sweet polite little maid so long as Mildred wasn't around. Thanks to his request yesterday, her new stockings are all torn up. And Mikaela limped into the room, since her knees were stinging still from the cuts of yesterday's adventures.

She pushed and pulled the vacuum across the carpet, slowly moving across the room. She wasn't really in a rush since her maid 101 lessons had been moved to another date for the day since Mildred had to accompany Nathaniel somewhere.

Mikaela pushed the vacuum to suck in anything around the perimeter of the bed. She frowned when she heard a wheezing sound. She lifted her vacuum seeing something blocking the mouth of the vacuum. She flipped the switch off and the photo fell to the carpet like a feather.

She frowned leaning closer and took it from the ground. Her eyes almost shot out of their sockets,

GEEZ!!! THESE ARE PICTURES OF MY UNDERWEAR!!!!!

She fell to her knees ignoring the sting and lifted the bed skirt finding more than a dozen photos of clear high definition photos of her underwear her jaw shut tight and her face burned with rage. "NICHOLAAAAASSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

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Nicholas sipped his tea in peace and let out a pleasing sigh tasting the sugar cube's wonder. He would've enjoyed his peaceful morning without being disturbed by the old hag Mildred but Nicholas almost forgot he had one other annoying maid...

She came down the marble steps from down the hallway like Godzilla. Her stomps loud and clear from across the corridor. "Oh boy..." Nicholas muttered taking another sip and preparing himself for the worst.

She entered the dining room with a menacing look. She with long srides she stopped in front of him and shoved a photo in his face. "EXPLAIN. YOURSELF." She demanded shaking with rage.

Nicholas rubbed his precious nose after peeling the image off his face. "You're as charming as ever..." he scoffed finally turning his attention to the photos. He glanced up at her then back at the photos. "What are you doing with my property?" he asked smugly.

Mikaela snatched the photo form his hands and tore them into pieces, they fell to the floor like feathers from wings. "HA!" she exclaimed in victory. Nicholas just sipped from his tea with an amused expressions in his eyes like he knew something she didn't. "What are you smiling about now?" she demanded.

"Did you really think that was my only copy?" he asked rhetorically as he placed his cup back on the table.

Mikaela pinned him with her scowl. "Where are the others?" she asked darkly.

Nicholas smiled sheepishly. "If you flash me, it might refresh my memory" he suggested as his eyebrows bobbed up and down teasingly.

Mikaela's cheeks burned red and she was about to grab him but he kicked his chair back to evade her claws. He laughed heartily as he jumped on top of the 200 year old antique long dining table, he crooked his finger playfully gesturing for her to come over. "If you want to know where the copies are you'll have to catch me~"

Mikaela climbed onto the table. THAT BLOODY PRINCE!!

Mikaela felt like she was playing with a stubborn, spoiled, selfish kid. "WHERE. IS. IT!??"  she asked him, trying to resist the urge of clawing his face off. She approached him cautiously, eyeing him suspiciously like a lion not sure if the prey was really prey or predator.