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Derek's P.O.V.
Running my hand through my deep black hair I closed my green eyes and knocked on the door. Today I had to work for Princess Chloe Saunders, daughter of the King Steven Saunders. Sighing as I heard a soft "come in" I opened the door and entered into large blue room with beautifully carved white crown molding. A king-size bed lay against the wall with large wooden posts that reached the ceiling. A silver canopy was pulled to the sides, leaving the grey bedspread to become more visible.
In the middle of the room stood a small girl with soft blond curls that were hung around her face. She wore a purple dress that seemed uncomfortable by the way she was pulling at it. She lifted her head as she saw me and smiled, however it didn't reach her blue eyes. Her thoughts occupied elsewhere.
I bowed my head towards her and mumbled "Ma'am. Here are the gowns the King has requested for you to try on before meeting with the Prince of Bae."
That suddenly got her attention as she looked towards me and let out an almost inaudible sigh. "Of course. Thank you…"
"Derek Souza." I finished for her as I passed her the dresses. "Is there anything else you request?"
Looking around her room she shook her head. "I don't believe so. You may head to your quarters."
"I have been instructed to serve you the whole day," I said, resisting rolling my eyes. "What is it that you need?"
"I have nothing else planned for the rest of the day," She said, avoiding eye contact. "I suppose you could keep my company and talk."
Letting out a small scoff I said," Are you positive you don't require someone else to talk with?"
Wringing her hands she said, "I doubt Tori wants to talk to me at the moment."
Sensing a conversation I knew I couldn't get out of I sat lightly on the edge of her bed. "Why is that?"
She looked at me, probably for the first time since I entered and let out a small laugh. "Because of Simon Bae."
"The Prince?"
"The one and only," She stated and then sat down in a very worn chair. The chair was probably the oldest thing in the room and looked as though it hadn't been stained in years. I decided it was my favorite item in this room, worn to comfort as everything else looks like it hasn't been used.
"Tori wishes it was her instead. Queen Victoria of Bae. For god sakes, I would gladly give her to Simon. As if I wanted to be told who I had to marry."
"I see," I stated blandly.
Burying her face in her hands she looked up at me, cheeks pink and curls framing her face. " I'm sorry. I normally rant to Liz, before she was transferred. "
The way she said transferred made my shift in my seat. She said it as though she would never see Liz again, which was absurd, Liz was sent to help out at the Bae Kingdom. They would be seeing each other in less than a month. I just nodded.
"You don't seem to talk a lot," she said as she peered up at me.
"I don't."
"Well then," she said as she curled up into a more relaxed position and bit her lip. "Tell me about yourself, Derek."
I groaned internally. "What do you want to know," I said, trying not to snap.
"Everything. Where you were born, grew up, age, interests," She said with a smile.
"Uh, I was born in Edison, then I moved to the Bae Kingdom for a while and served Simon and Brady. I'm sixteen. And I suppose I'm interested in math and science."
Her eyes wide," Edison? What was it like?"
I winced at the memory, however I said, "I don't remember."
I knew she didn't believe me, but she nodded in understanding.
"Your turn," I blurted out, much to my surprise and hers.
"Everyone knows every detail about me. There's not much to tell," she said with a small blush.
"Tell me something you normally don't tell people," I said, trying to avoid all topics relating to my past.
She looked at me skeptically but said, "When I was younger I used to have a stutter. It started when my mother died, but it stopped sometime last year."
I knew all about her mother. From what everyone told me she was beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes that could get anybody to open up. Although petite she spoke with authority and was kind to everyone. Not many knew how she died, including me, however I didn't want to pry.
The room grew quiet and suddenly the doors burst open. The court physician entered the room with her blonde hair following her trail. She looked directly at me, daggers in her eyes. I resisted the urge to glare back, instead I just looked at her expressionless.
"I didn't know you had company, Chloe." She said to the Princess, however kept her eyes on me. " I was reminding you that we had an appointment for tea at two, but we need to go to a dress fitting now."
"Sorry Aunt Lauren. This is Derek Souza, he is replacing Liz."
"Oh, well I think you should leave. It would be highly inappropriate for you to be with her at a dress fitting. Steven did not tell me a man would be looking after Chloe," She said to me. "You may return to assist the Princess after tea."
I nodded curtly and bowed to them both. As soon as I left the room I felt relief flush over me, I was able to be alone. I entered my hut that I shared with a boy named Peter and sat on my bed. Thankful to be able to relax I sighed, but my thoughts were discomforting. I recognized the physician, and she had recognized me.