A job

I spent the night staring at the ceiling, thinking of the conversation. He wanted me to get rid of his inconvenience, but what happened to me when I did? And why was I even considering helping him? Of course I wouldn't care about seeing the princess happy, but then doing this would make the prince happy. Which I knew some small part of me wanted, and shouldn't want. So my immediate thought reaction was to rebel against it. Except that I couldn't not do as he asked, because this could give me a chance to request my freedom. I stopped fidgetting in my bed. This could give me my ticket out of here.

The next morning I kept my eyes open, searching for any sign of the prince. Unfortunately since I was with the princess, he was no where to be found. When the princess told me to go and find her some of the wine she had had last night, I took my chance and slipped through the palace until I reached the floor where the mirrored corridor was. Where he had seen me dance. Perhaps he was here...? I opened the door and spotted his figure by the window. Peeking around to make sure he was alone I strode up to him, and saw the surprise in his eyes when he saw me.

"Is the princess with you?" He asked, checking the door behind me.

"No. Listen, about what you said yesterday."


"I'll do it, on one condition."

"This I have to hear." The corners of his lips twitched in to a small smile.

"I want to go home, after I've done it."

"No servant is ever freed once taken."

I blanched at his use of the word servant.

"Look. I am not now, nor will I ever be your servant." I cried, my hands on my hips. "The way you treat us as lower beings is ridiculous and shouldn't happen." The smile returned to his lips.

"If I really thought you were a lower being, would I have let you eat with me last night?" He asked softly.

"See! That right there! 'Let' me eat with you. You're so high and mighty. We're basically the same, and yet, oh no, you're better, simply because you have better technology and all that."

"Are we going to start this argument again?" He asked, the insufferable smile still on his face. "Aren't you comfortable? Well fed, well dressed? There's a roof over your head. What more can you want?"

"My brother." I hicupped down a sob.

The smile slipped.

"Your brother?"

"Yes. He's only five. And when I got captured, he was left behind." A tear escaped and ran down my cheek. I wiped it away and continued to stand strong.

"But your parents..."

"...Are dead." I stared at him, willing him to understand.

"There is no one else...?"

"No one." The tears were streaming from my eyes now and I turned away from him to wipe them. When I had ridded myself of them, I turned back. He was standing by the window, looking out at the sky.I didn't know what to do, so I began to back away, uncomfortable with the silence. He made no move to stop me, and I reached the door without hinderance. As I opened it I heard a small sound behind me.

"I'm sorry."

I turned to look at him, but he was turned away, so I could not see his face. I turned and ran then. I had shown my weakness, and he would no doubt use it against me.

It was stupid. Why had I told him about my brother?

I was such a fool.

The End

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