maid to mistress

Horsing around

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The alarm.

I shoot up out of bed to get ready for our first day of work. Eliza as usual is already ten steps ahead of me and is dressed,just messing with her hair.

"Morning, sleepy head" Her voice sweet yet jesting.

"Morning, you're looking... "

"w***e-ish?" She sighs sitting down on the edge of her bed. She wasn't wrong, the dress was incredibly short and whilst the skirt flarred out, the bodice clung to her waist and breasts, her corset underneath excentuating both.

"I mean, yeah thats one way to describe it. Do they really expect you to clean in that?" I ask in disbelied

"It seems so, but it does make me feel a little sexy so thats something"

"It seems to me that this prince Alexander is some kind of pervert" I let out a snort of laughter but she does not return the cheer, instead she looks at me with that of caution.

"That's not funny, you can not say such things about any of the royals Anna" She grabs my arm and comes closer whispering, "If you get caught saying anything against them again, you don't know what they will do, they could torture you or even kill you for such things"

We sit for a moment in silence. She's not wrong, the royals are rumoured to be rather execution friendly,whilst the stories that travel through the villages tend to sound a little too over the top and exaggerated, there's usually some truth behind a rumour. We've heard many tales of the king ordering executions: a painter who painted the queens room in the wrong shade of purple, a soldier who dropped his sword whilst in the kings presence.The ways inwhich the executions are delivered always change, sometimes its the axe man's chopper, or beheadding by sword, other times it's something much crueller, much more terrifying: drowning in a vat of hot oil or boiling to death inside a brazen bull. I shudder at the thought .

"You're right, I shan't do that again", I lift myself from bed and wonder over to my pile of clothing. Stripping out of my night attire I begin to assemble myself into the various layers of clothing, to my relief it's actually pretty comfotable and modest. Of course the shirt in cut in a way that still exposes my chest when the waist coat is added but it's not too much nore impractical, as I have a very large chest I'm used to my cleavage showing in clothing. The trousers are tight fitting around my ass but they are stretch nd allow much movement. Yes I look like i've purposely gone for "slutty stable boy" but in comparison to Eliza I look like a nun. I giggle to my self before grabbing my satchel and leaving the room, eliza following close behind me.

AFTER BREAKFAST

Breakfast was an interesting experience to say the least. Eliza and myself were split up from the moment we got into the hall. It seems to be that the males and females eat at seperate times of the morning becuase it was just us girls attending breakfast. We were immediately split up into our workers groups, Eliza being sent to join 17 or so girls dressed in the same slutty attire, all the different job roles seem to have very different attires. The maids working for the queen wore knee length blue dresses with puffed sleeves and white pinnies, the maids working for the king: red knee length dresses with a heart shape cut out at the chest exposing the women's chests and black healled boots (like father like son ey?). I on the other hand seemed tobe the only one in my attire, not a single other female dressed as I did. It made breakfast rather lonely I will say however it did mean that I got served faster leaving me more time to walk across the whole palace ground to the stables. Which brings us to now.

I approach the stables, the strong smell of horse manure hitting my nose, If I hadn't been used to working on the farms at home, I would have probably puked by now. I approach the entrance of the stables.

"Hey!"

The voice makes me jump back a little, I turn around following the direction of the sound. "Oh", I'm faced with a man. The most attractive man I have ever laid eyes upon.

"You must be Annabeth?" The sound of my name coming from his lips melts my very core. He's tall, around 6ft, with blonde curly hair and stubble. His eyes a peircing blue, a shade that can only be if he had caught the ocean within them. His build is strong, it's clear that he spends alot of time doing the heavy loading, his muscles carved into his tatty white shirt. I have never seen such a man before.... I'm staring aren't I? s**t snap out of it annabeth!

"Um... yeah that's me, and you are?"

He grins, clearly he had noticed me staring but he continues anyway, "Anthony" A dreamy name for a dreamy man am I right?, "Welcome to the team Annabeth, we dont get allot of ladies around here I must say"

"No?" how strange.

"Well when I say we don't get alot I mean we dont get any. Your the first female I seen them send to the stables, are you sure they didn't make a mistake?"He looks me up and down, "I mean you're clearly pretty enough to be one of the maids"

I blush at his words but attempt to compose myself before he should notice, "I used to help out on the farms at home, I'm strong and not afraid to get a little dirty"

He smirks, "Is that so?"

"Yes"

"We'll that must be it, It should be rather refreshing to have a female around the place, and you're quite lucky you're not a maid, that family eats girls up and then spits them right back out again, you're safer here"

Well that's concerning, "What do you mean? My sister has just been appointed as maid"

"Oh um" he stutters, realising that he maybe should not have said such words, "well um not all girls obviously, as long as she aint working for the king or the prince she'll be fine". My worry grows, he notices trying to back track once more , " I mean the kings not that bad"

"And the prince?" I look him square in the eyes.

He takes a moment, breaking eye contact, It's clear that he's regretting this whole conversation. He sighs and then turns to me once more. "The Prince, is very bad news Annabeth"