I hear my name being called by the Queen, "Aiyana!" she exclaims. I stop scrubbing the floors immediately and get up, brushing my dress off before turning to The Queen with a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" I ask. She smiles warmly at me, making me sick to my stomach.
"Would you please accompany me to the throne room?" her tone says it's a request but I know enough to understand it's an order.
"Of course, Your Majesty," I bow. I should have done so earlier when she first greeted me. I'm surprised she hasn't punished me for that.
We walk side by side in one of the many hallways of the mansion, except this one leads to the throne room. If it were up to me she'd be in front and I'd be twenty feet behind her. That's how it's supposed to be, but the Queen has my arm and is grasping it tightly, keeping me beside her as if I might run away. To be honest, if she wasn't holding my arm I probably would have.
We get to the end of the hallway and the throne room doors open, as if they knew we were coming at this exact moment, to reveal the King, his son, and his newborn daughter in his arms. I bow quickly to keep myself from getting a beating. As soon as I look up, the King has the same smile the queen does, while the Prince just looks bored. I gulp. I'm either going to be given a task that concerns them or they're going to execute me. Most likely, the second one. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, waiting for the pain to come when I hear a laugh. I allow myself to peek an eye open. It's the King.
"At ease servant, you are not in trouble," he grins. My body still refuses to relax. So instead I straighten out my posture and take another bow.
"Sorry, Your Majesty," I quickly apologize. He shakes his head.
"No need for the apology servant. I have a favor to ask of you," he says, but the looks he gives me, tells me I don't really have a choice. But why would he ask a favor of me, I'm just a servant. "I would like you to be a suitor for my son," I gasp in shock and looked at the King with wide eyes, speechless. The cruel King wants a simple servant like me to marry his son? But I'm human. Is he crazy?
I finally find the courage to speak, "Uh...I mean no disrespect, Your Majesty, but I'm just a simple human servant, why would you give me the task millions of other demons-" I am cut off as I feel hands wrap around my neck and squeeze my throat, but no one is directly in front of me. The King is doing this with his mind. I cough, my face turning red due to the sudden lack of oxygen.
"Do NOT call us by that name!" the King orders. I grasp my throat still coughing trying to get the invisible hands away from my throat but it's no use. Through all of this, his son looks at me in amusement. Ass. The Queen looks at me with concern.
"That is enough! Let the poor girl go," she growls. The King looks towards the Queen and I drop to the floor gasping for air. The Queen rushes over to my side and rubs my back. Why is she being so nice? "Ace will you please take your fiancee to your twos room?" She asks. WHAT! WE SHARE A ROOM? 'Ace' doesn't respond just shrugs and makes his way to me, but as he goes to help I flinch. This isn't the first time I have been hurt by the King. How do I know his son isn't just like him? "He won't hurt you, dear," she whispers in my ear. I hesitantly let him help, but yelp in surprise when he scoops me up in his arm bridal style.
What the hell does he think he's doing? As much as I would love to scream at him to let me go, the King and Queen are watching and I'd like to die by natural causes, not by the hands of a demon.
The Prince opens a door in the large hallway. He sets me on the bed and I once again brush off my plain, tan, dirty, servant dress.
"I can walk ya know," I cross my arms.
