His hand rested on the brass doorknob of the princess' bedroom. Slender fingers tracing over the smooth texture as he turned the knob. The large door swayed open, revealing the teenage royalty standing readily in her yellow and black dress.

"Your majesty, they're ready for you." He bowed his head. She lifted a black laced fan to her nose. You could hear her chiming giggle, fairly muffled behind it.

"Very well. We shouldn't leave them to wait."

'Once upon a time there was a princess and her servant who had a quite similar face'

Vocaloid

Servant of Evil

Part 1

"Please, I beg of you! We are short of both money and meal! My family is close to dying and I-"

"Sorry but, I won't."

I stood next to my sister, or shall I say 'Princess Rin', as she listened to requests and ideas from the commoners-although she has declined each so far. Our latest peasant had been a young woman with long brown hair, and piercing red eyes. Meiko, I believe her name was. She had come in so proudly, but was now on her knees in a heap of tears.

"You have enough money to spare! With these high taxes…the wealth you have could solve every case of poverty in this country! What do you mean, you can't!" she cried desperately. Rin smirked.

"I never said 'I can't,' I said 'I won't'." the words dripped with venom.

"You evil bi-!" before the curse could be finished, the guards subdued her the very moment the princess snapped her delicate fingers. "I won't forget this!" Meiko howled as the guards drug her out. Even after she was long of the castle, I could still hear her screams ringing in my ears. I almost felt sorry for her, but sister must've had a reason to reject the poor woman. I'm sure of it.

A small smile still lingered on her face. She turned her head to me, looking at my features that reflected hers.

"Len, is it over yet?" she asked, her blue eyes as innocent as ever. I nodded slightly.

"Yes. Shall I prepare lunch?" I smiled.

"Brioche would be great!" she clapped her hands together and laughed.

Meiko burst through the shabby wooden door of the small cottage she shared with her father. Her angry aura stretched for miles. The slam of the door alerted her father, who rushed to question her about her visit.

"Meiko, darling, you're back!" he greeted, as he ran up to her, a smile on his aging face. But the warm smile dropped, as he saw his daughter's red, puffy eyes. "What happened!" He took her gently by the shoulders.

"She said no." she shrugged his hands off while holding back tears, "She said she could give us the money, but she won't." her voice quivered. Her father furrowed his brow in concern.

"I-I'm not following you here…"

"She said she won't! She could, but she won't! That's exactly what that self-centered narcissist said!" she yelled. Then, as quickly as she had come, she sped out the back door. She kept running and running. Through bushes, around trees, and over rocks and whatnot. This was her ventilation system for her negative emotions. She did the same thing when her brother ran away, and when her mother died. And now, when it seemed her hope had finally withered and faded.

A good's wait later, Meiko plopped down on a large rock hidden in a thicket of towering trees. She had ran for 10 minutes at her top speed, the result was shown by the rolling beads of sweat on her forehead, her red face, and her heavy breathing.

She turned up her face towards the sky. Her chest heaved as she tried to regain her breath. Her heart beating madly inside. She brought her right hand to her face and wiped off the sweat with the long, white sleeve of her dress. Her crimson eyes closed slowly as she muttered before falling asleep,

"I won't forget this…"