Ivory
Icy water slammed over me, pulling me out of my sleep with a jolt.
I cried out, my eyes darting around before focusing on the few maids hovering around my bed.
“Get up, you freak. The palace won’t clean itself, you know?” One of the girls bit out, and when I moved, a horrifying retaliation came over me.
All my hair fell off my shoulders and chest, tumbling in the bed underneath me.
“W- what happened to my hair??” I cried out in shock on touching my hair fast and realizing it was very short.
“We cut it cause it was weirding us out too much.” The first maid, a brunette, bit out with a sick grin on.
I sat frozen, unable to utter a single word as they all walked out, leaving me with my sniped hair.
I felt numb all over, completely unsure of how to react.
I’ve always hated this hair cause it was one of the reasons I was always mocked while growing up.
However, it still hurt so much to be treated like my feelings didn’t matter at all.
In the bathroom, as I stood in the mirror and watched my hair slowly grow back, tears welled in my eyes.
Watching it grow back like it always did since it first got shaved off at birth was like a fresh reminder of the level of freakiness deep in my blood.
And I hated it.
Before I finished showering, my hair was back to its full waist length, and I was certain I’d face even more mockery from those maids once they sus over that my hair has grown back.
Then they might turn this into a habit.
Gods… kill me now.
My fear came alive like clockwork as soon as I stepped out of my bedroom.
All the maids who noticed me all gasps and dropped their brooms and other cleaning supplies.
“Oh my goodness, her hair grew back?!”
“What the fuck?!”
“She’s a freak… a real freak!”
They all spoke at the same time, staying far away from me with pure disgust on their faces as I walked past them.
For a moment, I felt grateful and relieved that they were reacting this way if it meant that they’d finally leave me alone.
I kept my head down as I resumed walking, ignoring the stabbing pain and feeling of humiliation washing over me as I entered the kitchen. This chapter was copied from novelping.com without permission.
“Should a freak like this even be allowed into the kitchen?” One of the maids barked and the rest burst into laugher, blocking my path when I attempted to walk past them.
“I just want to grab an apple, then I’ll leave.” I kept my voice low and measured.
The maids all exchanged looks before snorting and shaking their heads.
“No, bitch. You’d get nothing until after you’ve cleaned the entire bathrooms in the west wing!”
I stiffened, my eyes widening.
“But that belongs to the king.”
They shrugged.
“So? You’re embarrassed of him seeing you cleaning and scrubbing toilets?”
That wasn’t the case.
I was scared of going there cause he already gave me strict orders to completely avoid his wing.
“I… I just…”
A sharp shove in my chest made me stumble and crash into the nearest wall.
“We said no, bitch. You’d getting nothing for free from this kitchen except for trash!” The first girl barked out fiercely before walking off to the counter and grabbing a half eaten plate of rice.
It was dunked over my head before I could move.
I gasped in shock, as more trash got hurled over me.
After that, I was unceremoniously shoved out of the kitchen:
“And if you soil up a single spot in these hallways, you bet your freak ass that you’d scrub the entire hallway ten good times today!” Another maid from inside the kitchen hurled out at me before they all laughed and high fived each other.
I let out a sound of disbelief, standing still as different kinds of food dripped off my hair and shoulders unto the ground.
Seconds passed and the maids present here in the hallway all let out demeaning chuckles, making me wish I could enter the ground right now.
The shame that gripped me was unlike anything I’ve felt before, and it was so intense, it made me feel a strong urge to break down.
But I was quick to remind myself that crying wouldn’t change anything.
But if this how I’m gonna live all my life on moving forward?
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I began to move before I could stop myself or think twice, my mind a complete mess of hurt and dejectedness.
I wasn’t sure of how I arrived at the west wing with all the mess still clinging to my entire body, but I did, and I was thankfully allowed in without questions.
The guards stationed outside were clearly shocked by my messy appreciation but hid it fast.
Clearly, they were yet to hear of how the maids had been treating me and still believed I was an actual Luna.
I couldn’t believe that I was going to go report all of this to the king, but that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
I’ve never been a fighter so trying to take down about fifty maids was pure madness.
But I believe bringing this mistreatment to the king’s sight might put an end to it.
After all,
I had a feeling he wasn’t aware of how Violet was treating me.
If he had wanted me to turn into his maid, he’d have undoubtedly mentioned it to me since.
When I arrived in front of his throne room, my heart almost flew out from my chest from nerves.
The guards stationed there looked horrified and actually rushed to block me with deep bows
“Y- your majesty, his majesty is in an important meeting with some of the council members. I don’t think this is a great time.”
I swallowed the hard lump in my throat and was thankful my voice didn’t waver when I spoke.
“I want to see him right now. Let me through.”
The guards exchanged wary looks, and I knew this wasn’t wise.
I knew it was a bad idea, but I walked in as soon as the large doors got pulled open.
All the trash on my body was still dripping like water, and as soon as I stepped into the room, all eyes fell on me at once.
I took sight of four matured looking alphas with slightly greying hairs.
They all looked horrified, but they slowly rose to their feet, awkwardly clearing their throats.
“Y- your majesty.” They all chorused and I squirmed in discomfort, then my eyes landed on the king and I almost fainted.
He had a scowl so intense on his face, it was like it would explode.
I staggered backward, already regretting this while he smoothly got to his feet and wordlessly began to stalk toward me.
“I… I better go…” I stuttered out and was about to flee but he caught my wrist, pinking me in place for a moment with his sharp gaze that promised so much punishment, I almost broke down on the spot.
He pulled me along with him as he stepped out of his throne room, and I could do nothing but stumble after him, regret heavily churning in my chest.