The King, The Princess, & The Slave (BxB)

12- New Job

Marcel looked himself in the mirror as he fixed his uniform for his new job. He was able to convince his father that he had gotten a promotion and was given a room in the castle as his new job required a lot more time.

Paul was happy with the news, that his son had redeemed himself so much that he was given a promotion. He didn't question it and simply thanked the King personally who of course played along with the whole story.

Marcel quickly left the maids quarters and proceeded towards the kitchen to get the royals breakfast from the chef, Lobo.

The first thing he saw was Tuppy laying beside the counter on the floor. He went and greeted the pup who wagged his tail at some attention.

'Morning, Lobo.' Marcel greeted as he saw the man walk in from the storage room holding some boxes.

'Marcel, what can I do for you?' he asked as he set his boxes on the counter.

'I gotta bring the king's breakfast and Princess's bottle. Oh, and her supplements, although I'm not sure what that means.'

'Supplements are what humans take to maintain a healthy body, but wait a minute isn't this the maid's job?' Logo asked curiously as to why the butler's son is asking for breakfast.

'I kinda got a new job serving the king

Uhm...personal guard.' Marcel explained awkwardly while taking a seat on one of the counter stools.

'What did you do now boy?' Lobo asked as he unpacked the contents of the box to prepare breakfast.

Marcel's eyes widen when Lobo asked that. He definitely could not let anyone know that he is now a slave to the king as that might cause gossip to go around and he would be in even deeper trouble then he already is. He didn't want to come off as self-pitying if the word does go out to the king that he has been telling everyone his situation.

'Nothing, the king was happy with my work and he decided that he wanted me to serve him personally.'

'Well then boy you must be excited about this now you're up way too early.' Lobo said with his thick Scottish accent.

Marcel looked at his watch and it was already 8 am.

'The king wakes up at 6 but the princess doesn't get up till 10 and he doesn't eat anything until she's had her meal. So don't bother coming in early for that.' Lobo explained as he chopped up the food and continued with the dish.

Marcel decided to just sit there in the kitchen and wait until the chef was done with breakfast.

'So what does the king do in the morning?' Marcel asked, wondering if he should go look for the king.

'From what I've heard he just stays in his chambers. Don't worry, it's your first day. You can always ask him for a set schedule.'

But Marcel was worried since he's technically his slave, he was terrified of Emanuel and to have to walk up to him and just casually ask for a schedule was such a daunting thing for him to do.

'Yeah, I guess.' he simply agreed with the chef to avoid any suspicion.

After a few more small talk it was already 9.40 and the breakfast was ready.

'Here you go, lad. Good luck with your new job.' Lobo said and sent Marcel off.

As he held the silver tray in his hand Marcel walked slowly towards the west wing. His hand was whacky and his movement was slow due to the fact that he had never served before and he didn't want to risk dropping the tray of food. His eyes trained on Princess's sippy cup that was encrusted with pink diamonds. This little really has everything in the world. For a minute he started imagining his life as a little to a rich king. How amazing it would be to be showered in all the luxury money could buy while sitting around all day doing nothing.

Caught in his own daydream Marcel looked up and found himself standing in front of the familiar golden doors. From outside he could already hear little whispers inside which he assumed were the king and princess. He nodded at the two guards standing by each side of the doors who gave him a confused look but after seeing the breakfast tray they understood what he was here for.

Marcel lifted his fist ready to knock but was interrupted by one of the guys.

'You don't want to do that, he doesn't like being interrupted in the morning with Princess, so just go on in, place the tray down and walk out like you were never there.' the guard informed.

'Oh, are you sure?' Marcel asked. How is it that everyone in this god damn castle knows exactly what the king wants out of them except him. He felt clueless and scared all the time as if he was walking on eggshells. One wrong move and his head will be fed to the pigs.

'The last person who knocked got a slap in the face.' the guard simply said. Giving him a 'your choice' look.

Marcel took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and entering the room. The first thing he noticed was the warm air inside. It was cozy and dark. The sunlight peeking through the tiny slit in the curtains. He turned his attention to the huge bed at the left of the room and found two figures kissing.

He immediately moved to the coffee table and placed the tray gently before turning and walking towards the door.

'Stop.' he heard the king said.

Emanuel was excited to see the boy on duty. But as he turned his attention to Marcel, so did Princess.

'Marcey!!' Princess screamed and jumped up from the bed towards Marcel who's eyes left the kings to look at the little.

'Daddy promised I'll see you again I can't believe you're here!' She said and hugged Marcel's waist.

Marcel was frozen. He didn't know what to do. If he should hug princess back, which would be his natural response if it weren't for the king shooting daggers at him, or if he should just act as a servant and leave immediately.

'Princess get back here.' The king said in a low voice that scared both the guard and the little.

Princess quickly let go and went back into the bed where her daddy immediately pulled her into his chest by her waist. The king smirked.

'Good to see you again, Marcel.' he said looking at the boy.

This was the first-timer he king had said Marcel's name and it was so alluring to him. His name was like the sound of rain coming from the king's mouth. A soothing sound from an uncomfortable situation. Not to mention the blanket that had slipped off when the princess ran down the bed leaving Emanuel's chest naked which sent Marcel's mind to places.

'I don't suppose you could maybe do your job and bring us our breakfast?' Emanuel said sarcastically.

Princess stared at Marcel confused as to why he was the one bringing her bottle rather than the usual women. But she didn't question it as she was happy to have been able to see him again without sneaking around.

Marcel quickly snapped out of his frozen state and went to bring the tray to the royals. He first passed The king his plate of bacon with a small dish that contains fresh blood. Lobo did inform Marcel that he was to pour the blood into the meat before serving the dish so that's what he did.

Emanuel took the plate from Marcel and started eating it while he moved towards the other side of the bed where Princess was waiting impatiently for her bottle.

'Here you go, your highness.' Marcel said and passed her the diamond bottle and a cup containing 4 pink pills.

'What's that, Daddy?' Princess said when Marcel tried to hand her the cup before she started drinking the bottle. The king glanced at their interaction and almost chocked on his meat when he saw the supplements in the clear plastic cup.

'Uhm, those are for me, baby. Drink your milk.' Emanuel said quickly and grabbed the cup from Marcel harshly, sending him a glare.

Marcel was confused. He was sure those pills were for Princess. Why did the king say that it was for him? Then Marcel remembered, Lobo mentioned to crush up the pills and put it into the milk, let it dissolve for 10 minutes before serving it to the Princess. It was the only way she would take them as they taste horrible on its own and it's hard to swallow, and the fact that she doesn't know it's in her food makes it earlier for her to consume them.

Shit. The first day of his job and of course, he already f****d up. Emanuel was already giving him an angry look.

'I want candy too, Daddy!' Princess said as she laid on her back on the bed slowly drinking her milk.

'These aren't candy baby. I'll give you some if you be a good girl for me today okay? Finish your bottle.' Emanuel said and kissed her forehead.

'Is there anything else I could do for you, master?' Marcel asked awkwardly. He wanted to leave as soon as he could.

'Prepare the car and wake up Duke Thomas and his little. We will be going into the valley today.' Emanuel said picking up his phone on the bedside table, texting Thomas a quick message to inform him of his plans today.

'Yes, sir. Anything else?' Marcel was happy to hear that the king will not be in the castle so he could basically do anything he wants for the day without feeling the constant pressure and fear. He started planning his schedule for the day. Maybe take a nap, or read a book.

'Get ready by 12 and meet us at the gates. You may leave.'

All Marcel's plans flew out the window when the king said that. Meet them at the gates? Meaning...

'I will be going, master?'

'Didn't I say you could leave?' The king said while still looking at his phone.

'Marcels coming shopping with us, daddy?' Princess got up from her laying position with excitement as she stared at her daddy.

'Yes, baby. We need someone to help you hold all your new presents.' Emanuel said gently to the little. A complete opposite reaction to the same question.

'Oh my gosh! I'm so happy! Marcel, you can help me pick out a new tiara!' Princess screamed and jumped up and down on the bed, almost dropping her bottle of milk on Emanuel.

'Hey, finish your milk or we aren't going anywhere.' Emanuel warned as he took his last bite of food. Seeing that he is done Marcel walked over and kept the plate on the tray to bring it back.

'Daddy can marcel get a present too?' Princess asked innocently. She wasn't aware that Marcel was a slave at the moment. To her, he was going with them as her best friend.

'Like a friendship bracelet!'

Emanuel's face turned sour. Why should he buy the slave something? But he didn't want to deny Princess either, because then she would ask why.

'Baby, this is your day. Marcel doesn't need a present. Presents are for good babies only.' Emanuel explained as he tickled the princess's waist in where she giggled.

Marcel rolled his eyes at the king's statement. I am a good boy! Not that he wanted a present from the jerk.

Emanuel turned to look at the guard and smirked.

'Although, a bracelet would be nice. Or a necklace...maybe a collar.' Emanuel said laying back on the headboard. Of course, he's going to make this embarrassing for me.

'Like the yellow crystal one that I have?' Princess asked.

'Yes, baby. Exactly like that one.'

Marcel's face turned red. He didn't know how to react to the fact that this sadistic man got Princess a collar too.

But it was relatively normal for a caregiver to give their little collars. It's to show ownership and authority. Some Littles even wear a collar 24/7.

'Be at the gate at 12. Leave us.' Emanuel said before capturing the princess's lips in his kissing his lover.

Quickly Marcel grabbed the king's plate and left the room.