After the hijinks of getting ‘Petal’ to the room of the prince I kept thinking about what I could do to that poor girl to make sure she was enslaved to her desires for me. I wouldn’t be able to use a dildo on her, that could break her maidenhead. Which had long term consequences. But that made the rest of her open to whatever I desired to do to her body. Breaking someone’s rear in their first time usually took a bit of build up though.
Someone snapped their fingers as I was walking through the servant’s hallways. “Huh?” I pulled myself from my daydreams that were making my pussy wet just thinking about it.
Cherise, one of the older women that had trained me was standing there, “I was saying, you weren’t at breakfast. If you want to eat anytime before they toss the food out you’re going to have to rush over there as soon as you can. Otherwise you’re waiting until the late lunch hour.”
“Oh, thank you Cherise.” I curtsied to her, hiked up my skirt and doubled my pace to the kitchen to make sure that I could get something before they put it all away. I would need my energy later. I felt my lips curl with satisfaction.
The hallways slipped by me as I dashed past some of the other women I worked with. Their giggles tracing after me as I made my way to the kitchen. Sure I had some bread but that wasn’t nearly going to be enough to sustain me for the day. Finally I burst into the servant’s dining room and went over to the stew pot and grabbed a bowl. Loading the chicken stew up and grabbing another loaf of bread.
The kitchen marm looked at me and waved the spoon at me, “Now, if it isn’t miss crystal. I heard you got that back. I better not catch you having it out when you are at the table little miss. I hate those blasted things.” She stuck her nose up as I bowed to her.
“I’ll keep it in my room for the day, don't you worry. I know better now not to have it out while going through the hallways. Wouldn’t want to be like Daisy, her poor crystal cracked and she lost all those letters being sent to her.”
The older quite round woman rolled her eyes and waved her spoon at me threateningly, “Go on girl. Eat the fruits of my labor. Make sure you do your dishes. The dishwasher needs her own time to go eat at the table.”
I walked to the table and took the first open chair. There were several women looking through the pages of the daily paper. A thought occurred to me as I took the first spoonful of delicious hot stew and felt it sooth me properly in the way a good home cooked meal always did. I only got these at work. Even though Alice was a cook technically she only brought left overs home. Not wanting to splurge on cooking even more for the day.
“I’d only do that for a husband. And you, barely get back to me sometimes. So no, I refuse to make you a meal. The only thing I’ll allow you to-” The way she finished that sentence as she choked on the words and flushed beyond scarlet was delightful. Sometimes I felt like the cat that caught the canary as my lips twisted.
Tearing the fluffy bread in half I dipped and scooped up stew with the hot bread and took big sloppy bites that left my lips a little damp. I was getting side looks from the other ladies at the table and smiled sheepishly. It was just too good to be careful about eating. The I pulled the cloth napkin from the table and wiped at my lips. I was just glad I didn’t moan from it. I was too much a fan of food sometimes.
“Ellen!” Came a call and I whipped around looking at the person calling me, it was someone I didn’t recognize. “Hurry up, we have to find the prince somewhere down here. Scrub that bowl and get into the halls. They even called Madame Patricia from her time off. Poor thing looks worn out. Works herself to the bone.”
Yeah, she worked real hard. I nodded rushing to the sink and scrubbed the bowl clean as quickly as I could. Working my hands through the already damp towel I picked up the skirt and went to report to Patricia.
The woman looked haggard. Her face had heavy bags under her eyes and she was sitting a little funny, leaned forward and putting as much weight on her thighs over her bruised ass. I had given her the full harsh treatment she loved so much. Much to my delight she didn’t even blush when she looked at me. But there was that lustful glitter in her eyes that she always had looking at me.
“You have to join the North Wing search party. The guards are getting lost and you need to fetch them as well. We are keeping our ears out for anyone that reports the prince has been found. So, go on now.” With a dismissive hand I curtsied and ran out the door, heading to the outer hallways of the North Wing.
Going through the halls I could see more guards looking lost as they looked down hallways all over the place. Like lost little ducks looking for their mother. I paused and dipped for them. “Sirs, is there something I can help you with?”
“Look we need to be able to get to the far reaches of the East wing.”
“Yeah, how are we supposed to know our way around here? Without checking where the sun is? This is impossible.” There was almost a tinge of panic amongst their voice so I raised my hands.
“There is a trick. Something we aren’t really supposed to share but since you are guards I’m surprised you don’t know it yet. See down here?” I knelt and pointed at the floor in the corner. There amongst the wood that made it blend in with the grain was a compass pointed in the eight directions. “So, while those that are new here work, they don’t get lost too much.” So if you’re headed east you are headed that way.” I pointed to my right as I had been facing north already. “Now, I’m headed to look too so you gentlemen have a good day.
“Ok, what does he look like again? I serve the third prince normally.”
“What? Long blonde hair, the least manly face you can imagine, and they counted and he should still be in his pajamas. Now, come on, we gotta keep going.”
Someone smacked a helmet and they rushed off in a clatter of metal armor. I guided to the most west point of the beginning of the North wing. I would do a large sweep in an arc and slowly twist inwards. Why does long blonde hair and a barely manly face sound so familiar?
Rounding and rounding I was most of the way through my third inner loop of the North wing when there was an echoing call coming through the halls. With all the echoing I couldn’t tell what was being said so I took a deep breath and started to make my way to the commotion. For all I knew it could be that the prince was found and I was wasting my time.
It was a little difficult to find where I was going with all the sounds bouncing around the halls. Often I felt I was getting further away as I headed towards the hub of the castle where the main service center was. Finally I arrived at the collection of people that was making all the noise.
One guard was talking animatedly, “So there in the deeper halls we found the prince. Just walking around lost in the tunnels. He was saying something about how curious he had been that the servants got around so easily when he barely ever saw them in the hallways. What a foolish boy.”
“Yeah I hear that he is used to getting his way.” Patricia tapped her arm with one hand as she looked mightily displeased. Being dragged in on her recovery day would put her in quite the uncomfortable situation. “Anyway, now that I’m here anyway what's with this installing the aether lights already? I thought that we were putting that off for now.”
Her temporary replacement bowed her head, “I heard from the royal messenger that the king was tired of the candles and wanted these installed as soon as we could. We are already through half of the castle.”
“It must be that the family is getting all their new aether crystals today. That man always wants to do everything all at once. Ok, now. If the prince has been missing this long, that means he has missed breakfast. Someone whip that boy up a meal and bring it to him as soon as we can.” Patricia clapped her hands, “Ok everyone, that is all that we have for the day.”
Sighing I had partially hoped to have found the prince. If he was really as feminine as the guards were saying maybe he would have been my type. It would be so much easier to seduce a man. They had less compulsions about sleeping with near strangers. But, princess Petal had seemed submissive enough. Hell if I was a man I’d want to pump her full of babies. She was pretty, and that hair was fabulous. Definitely something that was being taken care of at a royal level.
Though her perfume was a little more masculine now that I thought about it. That was a curious little thought as I walked past the group and headed back to my room to put away my crystal. There wasn’t much I was going to be able to do.
“I wonder if she had heard a rumor ahead of time to get a crystal to link with the prince. Or if they never taught her how to add someone.” Shrugging I walked away.
“Yeah, I hear that his hair reaches down to his lower back.”
Oh that’s cute. Long blonde hair on both Petal and the Prince? They’d match. Too bad I’m going to have to worm my way in there. Hell maybe I could get in on the marital action and get into both their good graces.