A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-Athlon Competition. Prompt 2 – maid.
The Slave, the Prince and the Angel
2: Maid
As a prince, James could never be in want, and yet all the wealth and provisions in the world could leave one unsatisfied in heart. He had many a pretty woman at his feet: woman bred for the single purpose of entertaining him in his private wing. And yet while his earthly needs were always taken care of by them – these woman who were of higher status than slaves and common-folk but denied the noble name – his heart was still desiring.
When he saw the beautifully flaming hair shimmering in a veil of mist he was enthralled, and he wished he was a free child instead of a prince bound by duties and laws and royalty, so he could dash up to the mountain peak himself and greet the angel that stood in it.
But she could not, and once he had seen the angel there was no woman on earth who could appease him.