Hello, my name is Kittie (a combination of the names Kit from Greece that means hopeful and Mattie from France that means strong in battle) the servants chose that name for me since my mother didn't give Mr a name, she just called me child. As you can tell I wasn't born to a happy family, no that was not meant for me, I was born to a woman who only had me so she wouldn't have to be a servant anymore. Emila was my mother's name, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. She had raven black hair and dark mysterious brown eyes, and tan skin. Even though she was physically beautiful, she had a horrifyingly ugly personality. My mother took her first chance to leave. "If you want to leave that badly just find someone to become your replacement" the king told my mother. The vile woman smiled wickedly. "Easy" she said. She thought she couldn't just find someone to replace her, no that would be impossible seeing as no sane person would accept her job, so she did the next best thing...she had me. She told the king, "if I can give birth to a old and raise it be a good servant can that child be my replacement?" The kind responded with "As long as you get a replacement, I don't care where it comes from.
Who is my father you ask, I have no idea. For the first five years Emilia raised me to be the best servant for the princess. One night, Emilia just left for her promised freedom leaving me to do her job. By morning searched the castle for a hour,asking all the servants "Have you seen my mommy" oh how I wished I hadn't. One person finally told me the truth "Your mommy left, and she doesn't plan on coming back" a old man said. I risked i cried a lot that day. That was the day I realized I never mattered to Emilia, no, I realized Emilia chose freedom over her own daughter. Maria was the only thing I had left. I worked for the princess as her head maid and body guard. The king and queen put me through hell trying to make me be the servant for their little girl, the princess. I am not allowed to call the royals by name, pitiful servants like me are beaten and hanged if we dare to do so.
In all honesty the royals are horrible we servants are nothing more weapons and tools to the king, the queen just sees us as mere animals, and the princess just sees us as playthings....for her amusement.
Now that you know more about me, let me ask you one question "Do you wanna know my story?
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The lady in waiting
RomanceI'm Kittie and this is my story. I am always beside the princess, to do whatever she says, to fulfill her wishes, to make what she wants and do whatever she desires... From birth to death, no choice, I was just born for her....that is till one day e...
