~~~Hello my fellow Marshmallows! I am trying to type as quickly as I can while I have time! Thanks for waiting patiently and for liking my storytelling! Do you get the joke I put in the title? Hahaha...yeah...i suck at jokes. Let's see if I can pull this off!~~~

Narration/"servants speaking"
Means your "speaking"/writing
Royals are talking
Thoughts
Scrolls/Letters/Mail

The King...he needed someone to go with him for the party. Now I would've gone with the Princess but I wasn't her only personal servant. I usually am with her when they are only in the castle and not out in public. I don't think that I would be chosen because I thought they already found someone else to go with M'Lady.

.....so why am I here...?

"Excuse me M'Lord, but as I see that I'm not the only personal servant of the princess. Why would i be called here? Excuse me for questioning your authority my King." I bowed really low so it didn't come off as rude.

"You stupid Slut, I haven't chosen one for anything! I am here to chose my daughter's and my Wife's servant that'll accompany us."   The King then glared at me with an evil smile. "And seeing how you opened your mouth before I could explain, you shall be the one for my daughter."

Loud shouts of complaints came upon after announcing that I would be with the Princess. I wanted to complain too but my fate was already decided..you cannot win an argument against the Master...

"Is that clear you stupid slut?" M'Lord stared me down as everyone went quiet for my answer.

"Of course M'Lord." I said while bowing with utmost respect.

"Good, now go pack your things. Remember the only things YOU need are clothes and things for your bathroom. NOTHING. ELSE."

"Of course M'Lord. You're absolutely correct."  I replied like a broken player.

I picked up my head before heading back to my quarters, packing clothes, towels, and my -ahem- necessities. I also packed a ring, two necklaces and some makeup just to be sure. I know that Master would want me to bring it, but he'll get mad that I packed it without asking first. I closed my suitcase and picked up my journal to write.

So the party is this weekend, I'm slightly on edge. I was chosen to go as the servant for the Princess. I spoke when I wasn't supposed to. It's my fault again. I tried to be as nice as possible in speaking my concern..but Master didn't care. Sometimes I can't stand him. Then again, I've been raised by them and I'm better then them. I should've kept quiet. The Princess heard that I was going to be with her and she was filled with joy. I'm glad someone is happy with my presence. Most people insult me saying I am too fat of a servant. Others praise me telling me that I was trained well in serving others needs. I don't say anything unless told to, I do not complain or whine. I am the perfect servant. I could be sold for millions of gold coins. Some Royals tried to bribe my Master so they could have me for their family. Master always refused no matter what, each time he refused though...the coin count went up further and further. I don't know how to feel about all this..if I should be offended or excited that people would want me for their own.

"Excuse me."

I looked at the door and one of the maids looked at with a huge smile on her face. Why a smile though..? No one ever smiles at me except for the few friends I had made.

                  "The King wants you in the Mantua Maker's room."

.........

                  "What?!"

(Now let's continue!)

I'm going to see the Mantua Maker?!

"Y-Yes! Right away!" I bowed to the maid and left to see my way to the room.

I never thought that I would have my own personalized dress! This is a extremely high honor for a lowly servant like me to have one!

~~TIME SKIP~~

THIS DRESS IS AMAZING!

Though to others, they'd think I was middle near high class. Not royal of course, these kinds of dresses are the best a servant could get depending on who your Master is.

"THOSE WHO ARE COMING WITH US TO THE BALL GET READY NOW! WE LEAVE IN 20 MINUTES!"

      I put on my best make up and did my hair the best I could. I looked at the dress for a few seconds before smiling and putting it on. It fits like a glove! I grabbed my suitcase then my journal and headed out to the carriages.

                               Proper.     Polite.     Kind.    Caring.   Respectful.   Beauty.  

                               I am....just a servant....nothing more....nothing less...

~~ANNND THERE YA GO! I'm starting the next chapter soon..I'm busy with school...I have to bring up grades so..it'll be a while.  Word count: 839~~