Into the Wardrobe (An Asa Butterfield Fanfiction)

Your Wish Is Not My Command

“Good morning”

I woke up to the sound of a woman tapping me by my shoulder.

“Mom?”

            I opened my eyes slowly hoping that I was already in the real world… my world. That everything about the castle and that prince was just a dream. However, what I saw was not my mom but a woman in 30s with cloth above his head dressed with a peculiarly green apron.

“I’m Emma, the housekeeper. We were told that you are replacing the prince’s recent servant so I have to give you the list of your day to day chores,” she handed me a piece of paper.

“Recent?” I asked.

“Well… The prince changes his servants every other week. No one seems to be able to handle his… You know… arrogance,” she whispered and giggled.

“He fires them?”

“Nope. They leave the castle themselves… “

There is an awkward silence after that. But Emma broke it as soon as she spoke again.

“So… You will be starting today at this very moment, at this very hour so you have to dress up. Here’s your uniform. The prince will be having his breakfast in 30 minutes sharp. So be there on time.”

The uniform she gave me was a pair of trousers and shirt designed for a man. To think that I was probably his 1000th servant, this pair of clothing was most likely passed on from one person to another. The thought made me feel queasy.

“What time is it?”

“7:30. Now get up and get dressed…” she stopped and looked back at me. “And best of luck… for surviving”

“I can manage.” I smiled and she winked at me.

Yep I remember. Last night. After I went out of the dungeons. We made a deal. In order for me to go back to my real world. I should do him a favor. And that is to serve him. I began to understand the cost that might be paid in doing this, but the decision for me to return home had already been made. And besides, I had little choice in the matter.

Okay, so going back. I roamed through the long list of paper.

1. Prepare his breakfast on bed by exactly 8:00.

2. Wait until finished.

3. Bring his dishes on the kitchen.

4. Prepare his clothes scheduled for each day.

5. Prepare the tub.

6. Bathe the prince.

7. Shine armors.

WAIT WHAAAAAAT?! I went back to number six to check if I read it wrong but what the hell?!

WHY THE HELL WOULD I BATHE THE PRINCE? THIS IS BLASPHEMY. HE’S NOT A BABY ANYMORE! HE IS SEVENTEEN NOW AND HE CAN BATHE HIMSELF! AND BESIDES, IT’S A PRIVATE THING TO DO RIGHT? I MEAN, WE ARE OF DIFFERENT SEXES AND IT IS DEFINITELY NOT PLEASING FOR A GIRL TO BATHE… A MAN! HOLY SHIT. WHAT HAD I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?

My heart pumped so hard that I can almost hear it.

Emma went inside the room again to check me but I still haven’t changed my clothes.

“You okay Angel? You look pale,” she asked with concern.

“Y…Yeah! Of course!” Lies. I am not okay.

“You should go by the kitchen now. Hurry up. It’s a long walk from here. Go on.”

So I got dressed. I put on a skirt I saw at Emma’s cabinet so I didn’t look so mannish and went to the kitchen to fetch the prince’s food. I came past 8 but I didn’t mind because the prince was still asleep. I tried to wake him up but I got lost when I had a minute staring at his beautiful face. Then I start touching his arms to stir him up but he kept on groaning and pulling his covers over him.