The Servant (On Hold/ Rewriting)

Servant- Prolouge

The Servant

Prologue

"Queen Lucilia, there's a young girl here wishing to speak to you." A younger servant said. The Queen looked over at the servant girl, smiling softly.

"Send her in please, dear?" She asked. The maid nodded.

"Of course, my Queen." She said, walking away. The Queen sighed.

"I wonder what's going on now." Her husband said.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Sandy." The Queen called. Instead of her maid, Sandy, opening the door, a little girl walked in. She looked afraid. "Oh, what's your name, darling?"

"Chastity," The young girl said. She looked to be about eight years old to the Queen.

"That's certainly a very pretty name." The Queen told the girl. It was easy for her to see that young girl was afraid.

"Thank you," She said, looking down to the ground. The Queen looked her over, taking note of her clothes and the current state they were in.

She was filthy. It looked as if she had been walking for days on end.

"Chastity, what have you been doing for the past few days?" The Queen asked her.

"Walking. I came across a small path and it lead me to village not far from here. One of the men who live here found me and brought me with him. He said it would be safer." She said.

"Have you been traveling alone?"

"Yes, Miss." The young girl said.

"Which man brought you here?"

"Mister Michael." She said. The Queen looked over at her husband to see him smiling.

"Michael de Neuilla?" He asked. The little girl nodded. "Only our son, Lucy."

"Your son?" The little girl asked. The King nodded.

"Our oldest son, yes. We have one that would be about your age as well." The king said.

"That would mean you're the King and Queen." She said. The Queen couldn't help but notice little Chastity was backing away from them.

"Yes, sweetie, we are." Queen Lucy said, rising from the bed. It was no wonder she didn't know. Being as it was late at night her and her husband had been getting ready to lie down in bed. There was no real way to tell they were the ruling family. Not for a child as young as her.

"What's wrong, Chastity?" The King asked the little girl. She had been backing away towards the door.

"I'm sorry," She said, turning around to open the door and run out of the room.

"Chastity, sweetheart, wait!" Queen Lucy called out to the frightened little girl.

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Little Chastity was scared. She feared what would happen if they caught her, what would happen if she stayed here.

"Who are you?" She heard a voice ask as she ran past. Instead of the boy leaving her be, he ran after her.

Finally, he stopped her at the bottom of the spiral staircase.

"Hey, can't you tell me your name?" He asked. She turned to look at the boy who had followed her.

"Chastity," she said. The boy smiled.

"I'm Helix. How old are you?" He asked, grabbing hold of Chastity's hand. She didn't fight it. She just smiled slightly at Helix.

"I'm eight." She answered. "How old are you?"