Chapter 2
I was handed over to some servants, who took me to a gigantic bathroom. '' Let us help you clean yourself '' some pretty ladies said. My cheeks went red as they started to remove my torn, old clothes. '' I can do it myself too! '' I protested, yet they kept going. I saw them giving weird looks at my body for some reason. '' Oh, you were a boy'' .
I sighed, and they dropped me into a warm and luxurious bath, a sweet fragrance was poured into the water. Foam was covering my body, and I moaned when they started to wash my hair. One of the maids moved her fingers across my scalp, it felt amazing.. I was scrubbed clean, although it hurts like hell. I enjoyed the bath, although I felt so ashamed that some girls bathed me. '' I—I can go on by myself now'' I said, hoping for them to leave. Whatever I said, nothing helped. When I was done, they dried me off, and started to comb my long hair. '' You have beautiful hair! '' one of the maids complimented, and the other maids were running their hands through it. I hate my hair, it makes me look like a woman. My mother who passed away loved my hair, so I won't ever cut it. The maids had given me a servant uniform, for me to wear. It was a Chinese outfit, as if the one in charge knew my whole background. It was a red silky robe, with black traditional Chinese pants. They did not braid my hair, they just left it like that. They told me that it was more handsome like this. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I could not recognize myself. My skin was snow white, and my hair jet black. I almost looked handsome. I smirked and laughed at my own thoughts.
'' Yao Wang'' a tall man with a black suit said.
'' Yes sir? ''
'' Follow me''
I followed the man, even though I did not know what the hell was happening. '' You are one of the Tsar's maids, so you are in charge of cleaning his room, and serving the 3 meals''. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was becoming a maid? Isn't that a job for a woman? I'm not a woman.
I circled my fingers around the glass, humming a tune out of amusement. '' She was going to be my maid, the pretty Chinese girl'' I muttered to myself. I saw her on the streets, right before I arrived at Moscow. She was covered in snow, and dark eyes just stared at me. Her red lips were shivering because of the cold. She was pretty, njet, beautiful! I did not know how a beauty like her ended on the streets. I wonder how she'll look like in the clothes I chose for her, even though it's male clothing. I don't want other bastards to cling at her beauty..
'' All mine..''
I suddenly sneezed. The man sent me to the head of the maids, a talk-active woman. '' Look, no chit-chatting with the Tsar, and don't even dare to flirt with him! Comply with every wish of his or you'll end up dead, you understand? By his hands too!''. I shivered. The woman, called Elizavetha, said he was the creepiest guy alive. If you do not comply with his wish, he'll torture you. '' Besides, you are a very pretty lady, so make sure he does not see your face. He might want you as one of his toys! '' . Pretty lady my ass, this is nonsense. They all think I'm a woman! '' But you have no big chest, so you do not stand out'' she harshly stated. She teached me all kind of things, it was quite easy. And soon the time came for me to carry out my first job; Bring the Tsar's breakfast without interacting with him at all.
I grabbed the plate with luxurious food, and reminded myself of how hungry I actually was. I saw the piece of cake on the plate, and heard my stomach grumbling. I placed the plate on the ground, and had let my finger slide across the frosting of the cake, licking my finger and squealing in delight. He would not notice, at least, I hoped so. But when I wanted to take a sip of the orange juice on his plate the door went open, revealing the Tsar, and his very tall body. I looked up, the frosting visible on the corners of my lips, and the orange juice in my hand. '' Y—Your highness?'' I said as I trembled. His aura was scary, like really scary! Elizavetha was right! He is scary as hell! He kicked the plate infront of me away, the beautiful piece of cake smudging the expensive carpet. '' What are you doing?'' he asked coldly, his violet eyes sharply looking at the orange juice, his foot kicking the juice out of my hands, causing the glass to break next to me. '' I—I…'' I muttered. I could not come up with an excuse. He caught me here, eating his breakfast. ''.. I was hungry '' I honestly admitted.
I saw his frown becoming worse, and I knew this might already be the end.
~ Chapter 3 shall be here tomorrow 3