The Hidden Royals

Chapter 3 Amila

She was on her knees scrubbing the floor with a scrub brush and bucket of soapy water. As a servant of this place she was dressed as all servant. her top a low v neck was a navy blue with matching short skirt. She constantly tried to cover herself feeling exposed. Her dark hair with wave and traces of Carmel highlights flowed down her back. Every time she leaned forward it fell into her face. It both annoyed her and made her thankful. for her hair gave her some modesty. her eyes was like honey with traces of gold. her fair skin was sunkissed and golden. she was not tall at only 5'1 and was thin but had curves. Many mistaken her for younger just based on her height.

" You slob you missed a spot. What have you been doing all day?" The bucket of water was kicked across the room. It content spills out covering the floor. It would have to be soaked up before she could finish her job and get something tho eat. She gritted her teeth wanting to snap at him for making it harder. The man was a lackey and often looked for ways to make the servants jobs harder. He was older but still unmated and quiet enjoy seeing the assets of the woman. There boss would not allow them to touch the woman but that didn't mean he could not enjoy their looks. So he smiled as she went to stand to go get something to soak up the water. " no keep scrubbing"

Sighing her clothing now soaked she finally got the last of the water cleaned. After a short time to eat now she would have to polish the whole floor. Her knees already was hurting but they would not allow her a day off. Sh she grabbed a piece of bread and a thin slice of meat. This was lunch she wished just once for more. The food abates the hunger but not enough so to be allowed to say she was full. The boss of this place didn't starve them not wanting them weak. Yet didn't give them enough for them to be at full strength and health not wanting them to rebel either. A dented tin cup set beside her under tree she set as she ate.

The sun had set long ago her body ached all over and it was all she could do to try and drag herself to the servant shed.

"Amila my sweet angel come" a man of 5'9 with golden hair holds out his hand . A small dark haired girl with golden highlights laughs jumping up and down. She had just made her cup move without touching it. Her father takes her hand and leads her to a small shop. Getting her a frozen cup of ice cream chocolate with strawberries and caramel. Her little face lights up in excitement. A year ago her mother had left them but at only 4 she didn't remember her. Yet her father dotted on her treating her like royalty. He would tell her one day she'd marry a prince and rule. She never doubted him for he seemed to know everything. Even that day on her 14th birthday when he told her something would separate them but no matter what to wait for her mate and no loss hope that her real prince would save her.

A tear slipped down her delicate nose as she dipped the wax brush in the bucket. She'd waited now for six years how much longer could she wait. She had faught and managed to keep her verchue yet she still looked like a cheap woman in the clothes they made her wear. That's why she keeps her hair unlike many of the servants who wore theirs short to keep it out way. She hides behind her hair that nearly reached her knees. They wasn't allowed things like hair ties or under garments and 10 servants shared a bathroom and 5 to each room. They never had privacy and had nothing personally belonging to them. Only clothing was these uniforms and they had trackers in them. So exscape was impossible unless they wanted to risk running away nude and something happening to them.

Her butt hits the thin mattress on the floor. Hanging her head as she draws up her knees. Her to thin arms wrapped around her knees rocking herself. "Happy birthday my angel wait for your prince" Her father's words echos as she whispers " I miss you Daddy. I wish you was here" Sobs racks her body as pain of all she lost eats at her. She was tired deep in her soul tired. She wish she could wake up and find all this had been a mistake. That none of this was real. If she could she would never disobey her father again. She would work harder to train and prove she was capable.

The sky was dark and in a secluded spot she crouched. If she got caught they would punish her. Ten strikes from the whilp and chain without food for 5 days. Then be returned to work like nothing happened.

No it wouldn't kill her but would leave her weak and take weeks to regain her strength on the little food they got. Not to mention being so weak the scars from the whilp would take longer to heal and remain for life. So as quiet as possible she practices the things she had watched her father use. The grass grew lusher and the bushes fuller. The wind blew softly as she worked threw each. After just a few minutes she was panting. This used a lot of energy and she didn't have much to spare. So she only managed to practice once a week when everyone was sleeping. It made her feel closer to the most important person she'd ever had.

Cold water hit her in the face startling her awake. She set up sputtering wiping the water away as gaurd kicked the mattress. " Get up you lazy good for nothing slob. Work started 5 minutes ago no lunch for you." He kicks the bed again and she quickly stands and grabs the last uniform dressings quickly. Bowing low she apologize and runs from room to the kitchen. today she was to prepare the food for all the men and put the servants portions in a little baggie for them. She rushes to wash her hands before starting the stove going to fridge. The sight of all the food made her even hungrier. The fresh milk, eggs, cheese, ham, and so much more always made her mouth water.