I push open the doors, and look around the giant ass kitchen. Huge metal machines surround the room: ovens, stoves and refrigerators that can cook for hundreds of people at a time. Over to the corner there is the dishwashing center with large sinks, that has a sophisticated look to it, somehow managed to wash all the pots, pans, plates, cup, utensils, and whatever else the palace manages to dirty in a day.
My breathe hitches when I see the familiar back of a figure standing at one of the sinks, finishing washing the dishes.
Dirty blonde hair spills out of the messy on top of the petite girl's head. Despite being exactly eleven months younger than myself, and several inches shorter than me, even sans the heels, I know that Olivia is far wiser than me. She turns towards me, probably hearing my stupid shoes, even though I was trying to be quiet. She curtsies, a white platter still in her hand.
"Hello, Your Highness," Olivia says delicately, brown eyes wide and looking around, worridly. She knows just as well as I do that neither of us can be caught. "How might I be of your assistance thus evening?"
"Liv, we're alone. Dad is surely going to bed by now, as well as Mom. Osten crashed after dinner, and Kaden as well. Lady Marlee and her husband are gone. Kile and Josie are at the far end of the palace. The only person we really need to mind is Ahren, I think he's still awake, writing love letters to Camille."
Osten, Kaden and Ahren are my brothers. Camille is the Princess of France. She and Ahren are madly in love. A fairytale. Lady Marlee is Mom's assistant, her husband works at the palace. Like is their son, who's older than myself and a bit odd. Josie is there younger daughter who dreams of a prince and always steals my tiaras.
As if to verify my words, she takes one more quick glance around the room, her eyes fluttering around the room. Then, Olivia gently places the dish and rag on top of the counter. And proceeds to run over to me and wrap her arms snugly around my neck. As her arms come up, I tangle my long fingers into her hair, fumbling around the bun. I pull her into a kiss, at first it's frantic and hard, our lips crushing each other as if we were saying goodbye. Once we get into it, it's slow and passionate, deep and loving. My smooth lips against her trough, chapped ones. We stop momentarily for breathe, each of us gasping for air. Liv's standing on her toes, her face inches from mine. When she exhales, I feel her warm breath dance across my eyelashes.
She chuckles softly, as if to say slow down there, girl, then entangled her arms, and I let go of her. Liv returns to her dishes, as they need to be done, while I grab a broom from the closet and begin to sweep quickly.
"Why did they put you down here, alone?" I inquire quietly. "Aren't there suppose to be a couple of other maids down here, too?"
"Yes, but Mary put Rose and Linda, the girls that were supposed to work with me, on the second floor. She said that she thought I could handle it. Not to boast, but she was sorta right!" Liv responds gleefully, and a laugh at her comment. For everything Olivia does, she deserves a moment to boast.
We work in a comfortable silence for a while. I finish sweeping and throw the trash away, then helping her finish the last of the dishes, Liv washes, I dry and put away. When we're done, we stand next to each other. She gives me a quick peck on the lips, and I savor it. I love the way that her lips taste.
"Want to find a spare bedroom?" I ask casually, and Liv nods her answer.
I grab her hand and we begin to walk away, but my noisy heels make their click clack clackin sounds on the floor.
"Damn these shoes," I mutter as I bend down to take them off. The tile is cold on my feel. "That's better."
Together we run down the hallway, Olivia's hand in mine, my heels ing other, and up the stairs. I stop at the first floor landing, and look around. There are a few guards down here, but most are to the other end of the corridor, not looking in our direction. All clear. I'm a little more cautious than I should be, but even at this hour, people could still be watching.
Once we are one the second floor, however, there are more guards, as this is closer to floor were the Royal family- my family, resides. I locate the room furthest from the staircase, but not at the end of the hall. None are in use. There are thirty five to pick from. There are thirty five rooms for the thirty five Selected men that soon will be picked.
I shake the thought away. I am with Olivia right now, I will not ruin this moment with the thought of the torture to come.
We choose one that is a bit around the corridor. Silently, we walk down the hallway, trying not to alert the guards. If any of them noticed us, they didn't ask questions.
Liv enters the room, and I close the door, not bothering to look at the room, then I double check the lock. It won't protect us if one of the guards catches us, but it will do what we need done- keep my family, and the maids, out. My heels are tossed to the side. Fuck those shoes.
Olivia turns and looks at me, a devious smile graces her lips. There is no sign of the shy, fragile maid she was down in the kitchen. I look at her with a matching smile. We are two devils plotting an evil scheme in bed.
Suddenly, were kissing, each of us take the position we were in downstairs. My fingers thread through her locks of yellow, carefully undoing her hair. Olivia fumbles with my dress. Finally, I can't take this much longer. I pick her up bridal style and place her sitting on the bed, my body in front if her.
As we kiss, I slowly rid her of the palace issued maid uniform. Liv has no problem undressing me after a few moments, having done this some amount of times before.
We lay down naked next to one another, cuddling and kissing and talking. We chat about our day and I mention budget cuts and stupid things some of the officials said at the meeting.
Neither of us takes it farther than that, though.