Whisper of Love

The servants were folding laundry and cooking in the kitchen, preparing for the  dinner to honor the alliance between to great and powerful leaders. One grabbed a pile of the princesses gowns, and the other the twins clothes. The servant hurried up the stairs and gently knocked on the door, earning a muffled reply. She opened the door and went about putting the gowns in the closet, while the eldest princess grumbled under her breath. “I didnt ask for my laundry to be done. You needn't concern yourself with it.” “Your highness, your mother asked me to wash them.” “Taisha, if I need my laundry done, you know I’ll do it.” Her older brother stood in the doorway. “Look sis, you’re a royal. Royalty does not do their own laundry. It’s unheard of.” “What if I dont want people to do my stuff? What if, for once, I dont want to be a princess?” Her brother sighed. “Annabeth, what do you think they’re here for? Dad wouldn’t have them here if they weren’t doing anything of importance.” “I dont want them waiting on me hand  and foot.” She remembered that the servant was waiting for her dismissal. “You can go now Taisha.” She bowed slightly and left the room. “Your born a royal. There is nothing that you could do, except for marrying a peasant to be your king... though that could never happen, thanks to fathers rule. Its tradition. Your born royal, you marry royal, you die a royal. Learn to live with the hand you were dealt.” Kahira, who was visiting from a neighboring royal kingdom, heard the commotion. “What’s going on here?” "She want's do her own laundry," Vesuvian rolled his eyes. "Which isn’t a problem, but she's a royal and can't seem to understand that we have to have servants." “I see. Though, as royalty, we will have to take on our own responsibilities as we become queens.” “Okay... I guess you do. But what would cause you to anger your parents and discontinue use of the servants ?” “Boredom, as I would guess. As a lady, you learn to keep your spine straight, eat meals with the proper utensils, and how you should dress for your future husband.” Kahira straightened her crown. “It does get a bit repetitive.” "When I'm king things will change for the better," Vesuvian sighed. "Less work and you lady's won't be expected to dress for us perfectly. I wish you could just be yourselves without this royal crap in the way.. Forgive me of my language." “It would be nice to have more freedom. I’m expected to marry a man, and one I might barely know.”  "I don't even get to meet the girl I am forced to marry until after the marriage," Vesuvian agreed. "The thought of it only sends shivers down my spine. I mean, I get to see her, yes, but talk to her, not so much. I will definitely make changes once I'm king. For now, we must follow the rules and not get ourselves into trouble." The youngest prince suddenly ran at his brother. “Bubby!!!” “Hey Tiberius, you little tiger!” He laughed, picking him up. Annabeth chuckled. “What are you up to now Ty?’ The boys grin grew wider. “Twuble!” "What kind of trouble?" Vesuvian smirked. "Do you reckon I could join in?" He nodded, his toddler grin contagious. “Yeah!!!” “Hey,” Vesuvian said. “Let’s head down to the kitchen and see if we can get something to eat until dinner.” Ty got super excited and started to squirm in his brothers grasp. Vesuvian set him down, and he raced down the hall. Annabeth looked at her brother, and smiled. “Race you.” “Its on.”