JUST A MAID....?

Advice

"What!?"

And suddenly he started to laugh and his body shaking. But I was confused, because he is the worst in finding humor in literally anything, (he only likes animal jokes, you know eleph-ants jokes?)and now he is laughing as if I've said a joke of the year. I've not. Or have I transform into an elephant or worse.... in an ant?

"Good one daughter." Still his laughter hasn't died down, tears were brimming in his eyes, and mouth was that much stretched that at a point there was a feeling inside me that his mouth get fixed at that position. With that thought I started laughing too. His face would look like a legend joker.

But maybe my father took my laughter as a cue that I'm indeed joking.

"Father it's not a joke, I'm serious about this." I said.

His face turned into a serious one, uplifted eyebrows into a crease, wide open mouth in a flat line. Is it even possible to look scary from a joker in a second or a millisecond?

No! Don't get scared by him. You're his daughter, he won't kill you, not yet at least. Since he is using you as a prize for Gèrard's.

"Are you even hearing yourself? You want to go there, as a maid? Do you know how risky that is? If they get to know about your plans they will cancel this wedding!" He said, voice raising by each passing second.

Guess he is not using his brain to talk, or otherwise he wouldn't have said the last part to convince me.

"So my thoughts were correct, I'm indeed a prize for them, but don't you think father that we keep valuable things as prizes? And you still have two left, Delilah and Danielle, trust me father Gèrard's will love them. They are perfect."

A little hope inside my soul wants me to get out of this situation but are my attempts going to work or go in vain?

"They have agreed on Callum and yours marriage. He is nineteen and will be twenty in six months, when he will ascend the throne he's born for. They want him to marry before hand."

Attempts in vain.

"So you want to make good relationships with the new king by marrying me to him. The one you don't even talk until now? How are you going to make good relationships with him when you don't even have those with ME! His soon-to-be wife!?" All my emotions, everything inside me just wanted to get out. My chest quenched with what I said to my father. It wasn't intentional but the emotions got the best out of me, the anger towards everyone.

His face went into one of guilty. And it made me regret what I said.

At least that's what I thought will happen after saying those mean words.

His face was fuming red and- did I saw smoke coming out of his ears?

"How you dare to talk to me like that! Get out! I don't want to see your face!!??"

His voice was dangerous. And it made me feel like a dog in a situation where he curled his tail and ran to save his life.

I just turned around my tails and left the study. But not before when my eyes flooded with warm salty water.

I can't even tolerate those in my eyes, how am I going to live where surrounded with nothing but those?

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I was in my room, my eyes were puffy from all the crying. My father has never yelled at me like that. But that could be the case that we haven't talked like today before. Heart-to-heart talk.

A knock on my door brings me back to reality.

"Who?" My voice came hoarse.

"Your highness, I'm here to clean your room." It was Mia, my personal maid. The one who tells me about all those sayings regarding me, mostly consists of my imperfections said in a rude way.

"Come in." My voice still shaky as those thoughts again clouding my mind, and now my eyes clouding with salty water. My eyes itches.

"Oh princess Danica, what happened? Why are you crying?" Mia showed concern but I couldn't decipher whether it is fake or not since my eyes were halfway closed and filled with tears. Which wasn't a sight to see. And if my mom would've seen my like this....

I don't think she would've showed sympathy or even tried to console me.

My cheeks started getting wet with warm liquid and then I know I'm crying. Again.

Why do I have to cry so much? You're not a baby. Remember you have to complete your mission.

"Princess are you alright? Did someone said mean to you." There was a curiosity in her eyes and something that I couldn't understand.

There was so many things running in my mind but I got the feeling that if I'll not answer her she will not stop nudging me.

"No Mia. Nothing's bothering me. And by the way I think my room is completely tidy and clean. You've done your work with perfection." I fake smiled her at the last part, not because she wasn't good at doing her work, but sometimes she irritates me so much with her inhumanely high pitched voice laced with fake concern occasionally. Only in hopes of getting a promotion in her profession, assistant helper of Headmistress.

"You don't have to do it again, Mia. You can rest for now." I said in an attempt to make her leave.

"Okay... if there's anything for me to do, or you want to talk about something I'm just one word away." Mia said.

As if I'm going to tell her so she can spread new gossips about me? Well tried!

"I will." I said and she left me alone.

I started thinking.

No I can't give up that easily, I have to do something.

All day I was thinking about what I should do to make father agree with me on this plan. I can't ask mother. I don't want to go to penitentiary!

Maybe I should ask my sisters...

I sat up and started rummaging my dresser.

Where is it!? Yess! Found it.

I applied the face powder of a brand my sister will surely know. It was in the base where I put all those things - makeup related I don't use and my 99% things were there, that's why it took me almost 11 minutes to find it.

After hiding the dark circles underneath my eyes, I made sure that my face don't held any trace of crying.

I made my towards Delilah's room.

She's the intelligent of all, maybe she'll give me a good advice.

Her room was as large as others the only difference was that her room was covered with books. Every wall was covered in shelves except for some spaces where her portraits were hanging.

Aside from reading and collecting knowledge, her second hobby consisted of her portraits and staring at those whenever she's not reading.

I cleared my throat seeing she was engrossed in reading a paper.

She looked up to the source of sound, to me. She was surprised, that's for sure.

"Dani? What a surprise. I was coming to you." She said.

"Really? Why though?" I asked her, eager to know why she wanted to talk to me. Because recalling I don't have any books of her with me now.

"Oh! Did you read it yet!? No you haven't, I've just finished writing it! I'm so dumb, obviously you haven't read it and that's why I was coming to you!?"

She was full on ranting mode. And she was squealing too. She was giggling like a five year old.

Wonder what's there in the paper that made the intelligent mind a five year old ones.

"Delilah, what is it about?" I asked when, I thought, she is in her normal state.

"Dad asked me to write an announcement for your wedding, classy, the most awaited wedding of the decade..." She was saying the words written on the paper.

Oh no.

"Delilah please don't tell father that you've completed it! Please!" I pleaded.

"Why? Well he asked me to write it and I'll never disappoint him. Also this took my two hours, I'm not going to let my time wasted. And why don't you want this announcement? It's your wedding after all!" She said, practically yelled.

Disappointment one was directed towards me, because the way she looked towards me while saying those words. I smiled to myself, not a sweet one, but the one you feel when you confirm the truth you already know.

Guess she's not going to help me anytime.

"I will hand over the paper to dad when he'll return from the council."

"I should get going." I said.

"Okay."

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What am I going to do now?

Danielle.

Maybe she'll tell me how to convince dad. Maybe she'll know how to behave so dad agree with me.

Her room was the further most. Exact opposite direction from my room. It took me... actually I lost the count in the middle. Some maids and guards were eyeing me up strangely probably due to my ragged breathing and hair sticking in different directions even though I've put it in a bun. I wasn't anywhere near being a princess. You can't even tell a difference in me and some normal maids if I wear their uniform.

When I reached, first I took time to let my breathing even.

After a while I knocked. Her maid opened the door. Inside another maid was combing her hair. And another arranging her dress.

Unlike me, my sisters have three maids in minimum.

"Dani? What are you doing here?" She excused her maids from the room.

She knows not to do talks, personal talks in front of them. We all know that. Because the rumors fly like wind throughout the walls of castle. And our talks works as little sparks for them.

"Where's your tiara Dani? You're a princess and a tiara is must for her. Also you're going to become a queen. What will others think about you if you won't wear one? They'll think of you as some normal citizen not as their queen. Here you can take mine." She handed me a beautiful red tiara carved with flowers made of glass.

She was wearing a gold one.

"No thanks but umm-" my words died in my throat. Unable to tell her the real purpose to come here.

If she can't see me as a citizen then how she'll react when I'll tell her about my maid mission?

No. Not a good idea. She'll definitely complain to mom. She's the snitcher among us.

"Do you want to ask something?" Her face was showing irritation but she was refusing her words to come out that way.

With a sigh I said "No I was here to.... discuss about the dress I will wear.. tomorrow! You know since my wedding with Prince Callum, I think I should start acting like you." I said with a smile, not to mention a fake one. My last sentence pleased her. She was content that I wanted to be like her.

How much I've tried to be like her, to be like them, I couldn't be.

"Oh! Don't worry I'll definitely help you ..." With that she started ranting on the colors I should wear but my mind was again, what do I do now?

"I think blue will suit me. I should get going now." I said and turned around, she was saying about shades of blue but I didn't pay attention to that. What's the point anyways.

Only Diana is left. Although I was sure about her lack of brain. But then again... I don't have any other option left.

Again I have to walk, my feets were aching. Why do they have to make this much big castles?

In her room she was getting ready, her riding gear was spread on her bed.

"Are you going on horse riding?"

"Yeah, with Lord Thomas." Her mouth stretched in a smile and looked towards the mirror in front of her. A seductive one.

I don't know why she was seducing herself.

"What do you want?" She asked me.

"Oh nothing. I see you're busy so I should go." I said with a smile which was genuine.

She looked towards me as if trying to know what I'm thinking.

"And Diana?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

Surprise on her face.

Who would've thought that Diana can give me such an incredible advice?

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So......... what advice does Diana give Danica?

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