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Prince!Davey x Reader | The Prince And His Pearl | Pt. 1

E/c: Eye color

Y/n/n: Your nickname

The sloshing of my mop against the floor fills the hallways, making me realize the emptiness of my life. I'm a servant in the royal kingdom or Newsia. I've been alone for most of my life. My mom sold me for twenty coins of gold, which paid off her house to help my five other siblings.

The person who bought me then forced me to get a job and give him most of my money so that he could be rich. I do have friends, but they're all poor like me, making money by selling newspapers, while I managed to use my years of being a maid to help land me jobs around the kingdom.

I usually get a raise by replacing another person, usually sweeping, dusting, or cooking around the kingdom. It's very hard to keep going at times, because my now "father" has gotten abusive, and he doesn't let me do anything but work anymore.

I'm interrupted from my thinking by the head maid, Rose, who is basically considered royalty to the maids here.

"Miss, Y/n, darling, you have been chosen to fill a very important role in the kingdom," she begins. I internally roll my eyes 'Here we go again'. "The eldest prince has recently chosen to fire his current maid. And since you have been working with us for the last seven years, we have chosen to have you fill her role."

I feel my anxiety instantly kick in, knowing what will happen. The eldest prince has been known to fire every maid he has within a month, so becoming his maid is basically a death wish to be fired. Rose takes notice and places her hands on my shoulders.

"Hey, you'll be fine. I've known you long enough to know that with your work effort, that if you do end up being fired, you won't be forced to leave the kingdom," she says, then begins breathing slowly. I begin to mimic her breathing in order to calm down, which helps. "Just take your time on the walk over, and make sure not to screw up. I don't want this as much as you do."

I nod, handing her my mop. Walking through the halls of the kingdom fills me with nothing but fear. I then reach his room, the door towering over me. I place three gentle knocks on his door, waiting in silence.

"Come in," his voice command. I do as he commands and open the door, seeing the young prince laying on his bed. His dark brown hair a mess and his ukulele in hand and is gently plucking the strings. I've never seen prince David in person before. "Are you my new maid?"

"Sadly, yes," I speak before thinking, which makes me slap my hand over my mouth. I see his eyebrow quirk.

"Why is that sad?" He asks. I turn to face him, not directly looking in his eyes out of fear of disrespecting him.

"Shit... It- it's just that... I- um. Well- you-... I-" I stumble over each word, trying to muster up what to say.

"Nevermind, I don't care. Just clean my room and be out of here," he says. I nod and resume what I came here to do. After about twenty minutes, he begins to play his ukulele a bit more organized, like he's making a song. "Well, if I'm going to be stuck with you, I'd like to know your name." I turn to him, looking to the ground. "You can look me in my eyes."

Looking up at him, I'm immediately met with his greenish brown eyes. I feel my heart skip a beat as I resume trying to maintain eye contact. 'Fuck, he's hot.'

"My- my name is Y/n," I say, mustering up the confidence to speak. 

"No last name?" He asks. All I can do is shrug.

"Well, I was sold by my mother at a young age, so I don't know my last name," I say. He sits up a bit more, intrigued.

"You were sold?" I nod at his question. "Must be terrible. Why do you work here then? You look maybe a year younger than me. I'll guess only about sixteen." I slightly laugh.