Chapter 4

"You know that you can trust me."

"I know."

We trust each other with no reason. We need each other with no reason. I feel a connection with this person that is a complete stranger to me. And I feel more than convinced that he is the one who should know my story.

"Well?"

"It will take a while…"

„I will listen."

"You really want to listen?"

"Yes."

"Well.. I can remember everything, like it was yesterday, but the truth is that it all happened with many years ago. To be more exact, it all happened from 1788, at least then my life started.

It was in December, everything was covered with white, and for those who have a house, would be probably, celebrating their Christmas in their warm homes, but for those like me, that have no home and almost no cloth that could provide warmth, would be, probably outside on an abandoned street, freezing and almost giving a last breath."

"Strange way of starting a story."

„Why do you say that?"

„Never mind, continue."

„As I said, the street was absolutely empty, no human or animal could be seen. At least, all that I could see in that moment were the snowflakes that slowly almost covered me.

I was almost completely fainted. I was sitting on the ground, against a wall of a wood house, almost unconscious, and all I could see was my warm breath that was fighting weakly against the cold air of the twilight.

The snow almost had covered my eyelids and if I can't mentally give up, my body will give up soon, I was too stubborn if I could add.

But for a moment, I thought I am dreaming, I thought that I was already dead, the hunger and the cold took me far away from where my body stays, I heard sounds, sounds of hooves on the street of stone, but as I tried to see exactly where and if it was really a horse, my eyes were almost closed.

The last memory from that moment was indeed a black horse which angry growl, because of the cold that was surrounding him and because of the sudden stop that he had to do at the command of the one who handled him.

I could see just his warm hand on my forehead even if I was sure it was a cold hand but against my frozen skin, it was like fire itself. I could hear the voice of a man that asks me questions, but I couldn't understand or respond at his questions, and I can still remember the moment when put his hand the second time on my forehead and I closed my eyes and I fainted, in that moment and in that place.

When I finally waken up, my first thought was that I arrived in heaven, not because I knew if I'm alive or not, but because the place I stood, it felt warm.

"You woke up, he will be so happy."

Woke up? Him? Happy?

This woman has a very kind and warm voice, on my opinion, she came at me, and changed the little towel that was on my forehead, replacing it, and when she made a few steps away from the bed that is occupied by me, the reality hit me.

I rose up and I looked around me. What keeps me warm is the big fireplace that is right in front of my also big bed. The room has a shade of a pale light brown and it all look' so comfortable that I thought better and I really begun to believe I am in heaven.

"I am sorry, but…where I am?"

The woman that stands close to the fireplace ,smiles at me, she isn't very young but she isn't very old either, her hair has a brown color as her eyes, and her hair is short if I could add, at the lenght of her shoulders. She is dressed in a long dress that has a light blue color and over the dress, she has a long white apron.

I'm almost sure that she is a maid, but why is she so kind to me? I'm sure that the one who took me from the street's was a male, not a woman.

"You are in the Versailles Palace."

"Palace?"

I could not believe my ears. How could I be in a palace?

She nodded and then smiled again looking at me.

She is too nice to be true. But as I looked at her, I realized that I am not wet anymore. I looked at my clothes and I could feel how my cheeks had turned in a shade of pink.

She changed my clothes? That is why she is smiling so much? I don't want to know.

I putted that thought aside, and I tried to get off from the big bed, but when she understood what I wanted to do, she suddenly ran to me and she talked with concern in her voice.

"I'm sorry Mister, but you are not allowed to leave this room until tomorow morning. You will be recovered completly until tomorow, and then you'll take the breakfast with the Prince. Now, I will bring you the dinner in this room, and in this bed, I'll be back in two minutes. Excuse me."

Now, I am sure she is younger than I thought, what can happen if you break some orders from the Prince? Of course, he is the prince but…Wait a minute…

"Breakfast! W..With t..the…P..P..Prince?"

I stutter all of my words, but still, she nodded in agreement.

"I will bring the soup that the doctor prescribed in just two minutes."

She walked out in the next two seconds and closed the door with the key. I can tell how much trust they put in me. But when did a doctor saw me? How much had I been asleep?

After not more than 3 minutes, she came in with a silver plateau and she put it in my lap, what is in front of my eyes, is warm and looks delicious. I know I should have manners, but I can't remember the last time I ate something , but as I devoured my meal, the maid didn't said a word, she smiles at my terrible manners.

After I finished, she gave me a pill, which I took with water and suddenly I felt exhausted, I yawned and I looked at her when she covered me with the blanket.

I had a thousand of questions that were running inside my head like hungry wolves in a forest.

But I felt too tired to ask anything, and I fell asleep very fast.

The morning was pretty noisy. I was rudely woken up from my heavenly sleep by the same maid that had been here yesterday's night.

I feel tired because it is only 7 in the morning but I couldn't really complain to her.

She told me all the things that I'm supposed to do in just one hour. First, the shower from which, I didn't wanted to get out, because of the warm water that was relaxing and more than I could ask for. But I spent too much time in it, so she dragged me back to reality.

„I really have to wear this?"

"Yes."

I looked at the satin immaculate shirt and the black velvet pants, the shoes that are black too and are immaculate too. I never wore these kinds of things. I never had money for them from the first place, but I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Even if it isn't bad and I treat it like it is, even if it is heaven, it started out of nowhere and I am scared, scared that it might end too fast.

"So, how do I look?"

"I have no words for how much it changes you, Mister."

I couldn't recognize myself in the mirror either, but what is a fact, is a fact.

As I walked out of that room, and I am amazed by the Palace's interior. Yesterday was easy to let the worries to fly because I was too tired and hungry but that feeling attacked me right now, and my knees became weak and it stuck me into place.

"Are you feeling fine, Mister?"

"Yes, I just, tell me your name, please."

She looked surprised, but she adapted herself immediately at the situation, and said her answer smiling.

"My name is Dupré Elise, I am 21 years old, and I work and live for my King until I will die."

I smiled at her answer too, she seemed to be proud of herself, I am not even a maid, I am nothing comparing to her, and now I understand why she panicked so much when she was about to break an order, she wants to be here, and I bet she didn't worked here more than 3 years, so she is afraid if she will do a mistake.

"Elise… Can you tell me…?" My voice lowered without my will and I can tell that she is more attentive than she was before." How the Prince is? What I shouldn't say? I don't know anything."

I feel a little embarrassed, but I really don't know anything, from the moment when the Prince's father, or the King I must say, died, I was on the streets, almost dying because of the hunger, and afterwards, because of the winter. I had no interest of which the Prince is now, or anything else. I don't even know how he looks like, I never saw a picture with him, I heard the gossips and they were not good, in fond, the economy of France is more than low.

Before she could respond to me, I heard a firm voice yelling, at almost 10 steps from us, but all I could do is to look up from the ground and to see the owner that has that voice.

"Elise! Why are you talking on the halls with my guest while he has to be somewhere else?"

"Oh, My Prince, I am so sorry but we were on our way and…"

"Go to help in the kitchen, Elise."

"Yes, My Prince."

She ran off in two seconds. And I stared at the black haired man that walks slow until he arrived in front of me and he lowered himself and gently took my hand, and kissed it.

"Welcome to the Versailles Palace."

I stood there, blushing, staring at his grace.

"T..Thank y..you." My blushing and stuttering are obvious, but my body and my voice won't listen to me.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, and I presume that your name isUzumaki Naruto, my information is correct?"

"Y..yes."

"Well, shall we eat now, Naruto?"

He gave me his arm and I took it, somehow hesitating without any reason, almost trembling.

"Yes."

We walked through the corridors and finally, a huge old brown door opened before us, and we entered in an enormous room and I had never thought that a room could be so beautiful.

We entered, and we sat on the chairs, he is on the first chair by the window, at the table's head, and I sit at his left. He moves and talks in a way that asks for my full attention.

When we finished eating, he sit himself in a position, that makes me attentive, and without my will, I feel seduced.

He moves slowly, and his voice is low. I started to move and talk in a way that I've never done before.

I started to complete his moves and his words, unconscious.

"Did you enjoyed your breakfast?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Now, tell me, you like this palace?"

"Yes, very much."

"Hm..."

He rested his chin on his right hand that sits on the table. He looks in my eyes, and I suddenly looked at my hands, that are in my lap, and I begun playing with my own fingers, and to blush knowing that he looks at me.

"And tell me, sincerely. Do you enjoy my presence?"

"Yes."

"Then, if I would ask you to work in this palace, what would be your response?"

„I would say definitely yes."

"Even if you would have to work as my maid?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"But not mine."

"...Why not?"

"I have my reasons."

"I am sorry."

I don't know why I felt a sudden need to say that I am sorry.

"Then, if you would work as my right hand?"

„Your right hand?"

"Marcel?"

I looked around and just in that moment I seen that nobody is around us, just a man that I suppose that is Marcel.

"Yes, My Prince?"

"You'll show to Naruto, all he has to do from now on."

"Yes. My Prince."

He leaned to the Prince that now stood up, and I rose up, too, I wanted to lean, too, but he stopped me, he took my hand again and kissed it.

And talked in that position, with a low voice.

"I'll see you at dinner, until then, au revoir et bonne chance."

I just stood there blushing, and I waited until when the sound of his steps were outside of the room.

To be continued…

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