Alright I know what all my Hunger Games readers are thinking. I just haven't had any ideas for them. But this one I keep getting ideas. My hand and arm was covered in them! I want to thank 4evrJace11 and camibandlover!
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Clary's POV.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Clarissa Julian and I am a servent in Egypt. I am widowed and have a three year old daughter named Brooklyn May. I am the servent of Jace Herondale, who is the prince, soon to be king. I have just moved here from another small kingdom, York. I had formed a very good friendship with my fellow servent, Isabelle. I have firey red hair and bright green eyes. My deceased husband Simon, had brown hair and hazel eyes. Brooklyn, sharing both our traits, has green eyes and light brown hair.
"Clarissa! Get back to work!" The head servent, Kaelie, yells at me. As I continue to fold the bed clothes I wonder if I will ever meet Jace. "After you are finished with that I am instructed to bring you up to the Prince's suite. He would like to meet you." I guess I'll find out what he is like. After folding the last of the clothes, I walk over to her.
"They are done ma'am," I tell Kaelie politely.
"Good. Now follow me," She says. I brush my hands on my apron and follow her up the old, cobblestoned stairs. Knowing Brooklyn is doing something very easy, such as brushing the horses in the stable, I do not worry about her too much. The people here at the palace are not cruel. They give the children easy things to do, but once you turn thirteen it becomes harder. Also, they give the children and pregnant woman more to eat during meals.
After coming to a stop at the double doors that lead to Mr. Herondale's throne room, Kaelie ,the head servant, knocks on the door. "Enter." A melodious male voice says. She opens the door and let's me go in first. I look over at the prince. He has tousled golden hair and deep golden eyes. "You are my new servant? Clarissa is it?" He says. I nod. "I also understand that you have a daughter. What is her name?"
"Brooklyn May, your highness," I tell him.
"Lovely name. Kaelie, will you please leave us alone to talk in private?" Jace says.
"Of course," Kaelie says to him, blushing and twirling her hair. She turns to me. "Clarissa, when you are finished talking to him go pick up Brooklyn at the stables. Her shift ends in one hour." I nod at her. Kaelie turns and walks out the door, and shutting it with a glance at the prince and I behind her.
"I have heard you have a passion for drawing. Would you mind drawing me something?" He asks me. I smile . I've always loved it when someone would ask me to draw.
"Certainly. What would you like me to draw?" I ask him, grinning.
"How about the gardens? I could take you out there and you could draw them. It's also right near the stable too, so you won't be late to pick up Brooklyn," He says, smiling. I nod, still grinning. Maybe he won't be a jerk, like the rumors circulating the caste describe him to be. "Come along, then!" He says, handing me a book full of paper and a pencil. I accidently touch his hand and strange sparks shoot up my arm. He does not acknowledge that he has noticed.
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After walking to the gardens, he has me sit at one of the tables out there. I pick the spot near to the fountain, and start to sketch.
An hour later I finish it. I smile at the work. It looks like a photograph. Only certain people have that talent, nd my mother was one of them. I hand it to him. He looks over it. "It's beautiful!"
"Thank you," I tell him smiling at the compliment.
"Now I would like us to meet here at one o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow so you can draw something else. You may leave to pick up your daugter. Also if you can please bring her tomorrow, I would love to meet her, Jace says smiling. I nod and stand up. "Please take the book, so you may draw in your freetime. I may even consider making you the palace artist!. I'll also make sure they don't give you any hard work that would hurt you hands."
I smile at him and head towards the stables. He honestly seems really nice. I like him, and think he would be a great King for Idris. I reach the stables. "Brooklyn? Honey it's time to eat," I tell my daughter sweetly.
"Alright momma. Let me take Angel horse to her pen," She says to me.
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Dinner consists of stew with some day old bread and water. That is only for me though. Brooklyn has stew with fresh bread and fresh milk.
After dinner has finished, Brooklyn and I head to our room to get a bath. Here in Idris they let us have a bathtub in our rooms.
After bathing Brooklyn and I head to our bed. We share one full sized bed. After telling her a story about a unicorn she falls asleep snuggled into me. I start to fall asleep soon after. Tomorrow Brooklyn is going to meet the prince. She will be so excited. And with those thoughts in mind, I fall asleep.
Alright! Thanks for reading! More to come Sunday! Possibly earlier! Review?
