A/N: Hey brosephs... I wrote this while I was in the hospital on some heavy meds so I apologize in advance XD
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Lovino's POV:
I wake up to the bright sun shining down on my eyelids. I cringe at the pain that covers me entire body.
I don't want to be awake right now. Uhg.
I sigh as I assess the situation around me. I was in a small cot with bandages covering most of my body, I was unable to actually get up and see everything for myself though. Damn drunk men.
The room its self was very humble; minimalistic. And was similar to something like a healing room, which would make sense for this situation.
My thoughts were interrupted by a woman walking quietly into the room. She walked over to me, still unaware that I was awake. After a wash cloth in some water she jumped in seeing me awake.
"Oh! You're awake!" She smiled. "How are you feeling?"
I glared.
"How do you think I'm feeling right now?"
"Well it could be much worse. You have an extremely messed up calf on your right leg. And both your arms were broken clean in half…what did you do?"
Does she know I'm actually a guy? I noted that my clothes have been changed by someone. Meaning someone had to know.
"A drunken bastard attacked me. Is that good enough?"
"I guess." The woman said. "My names Regina. Femke is the ones who changed you and watched after you the most."
So Regina doesn't know.
Suddenly the door was yanked open. And behind it were a man and a woman who I suspected to be Femke.
"Oh yay!~ How are you? What's your name!~ I'm Antonio!" The Syrian man said very excitedly.
At first I couldn't respond. Antonio was extremely attractive. That's all I could even say. The sun danced on his Carmel skin, and the light sparkled in his olive eyes that captivated me.
"Um, I'm Lovina."
That's as far as my mush brain could process. But what it also picked up was the strange look Femke was giving me.
"Well hi Lovi!~ -"
"Don't call me Lovi." I interrupted.
"I am Prince Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!~ The one who saved you from that terrible man!"
Hold on a second. Did he just say PRINCE?!
"HEY!" Femke yelled from the corner of the room. "I know you guys wanna say hello and all but lets not over load the poor patient. And last time I checked Toni, you had stuff to do."
"But…but…" Antonio pouted.
"No buts. Shoo!" And Femke rushed all of them out, giving me nice peace and quiet for my throbbing head. But not for long.
Femke sat at a chair next to me. "OKAY. You have some explaining to do."
I flinched.
"Um… what do mean?" I tried to lie. But ive never been good at that so it didn't help much.
She gave me a disbelieving look. "I'm pretty sure you have a dick. I was the one who changed you remember?" I blushed.
"Furthermore. Why did you lie? If I didn't know better you could pass for a girl but why?"
"Um-…" I began to argue, but its pretty hard considering the fact she saw my dick.
I sighed and relented, explaining the trauma I've been subject to. Along with the fact that every already believes it and that I would have to be sent to the army even at my young age.
She sits thoughtfully assessing my situation. "Fine." She said.
I look at her surprised. "Wait…seriously? Just like that?"
"Nope."
Now I'm confused. "What do you mean?"
"On one condition!" She says excitedly. "I get to dress you up! And-"
"Hey! No 'and's'. You said ONE condition."
"And you have to be Antiono's personal servant!"
Wait.
WHAT.
NO.
"Hold your fucking pasta. Why me? Im probably the lousiest servant on the face of the planet. AND. Why the spoiled, rich, prince out of everyone?"
She stopped to think. She wasent telling me something "Well I don't know! But you owe me so too bad!"
I glared at her.
This was going to be interesting.
A/N: Schools a bitch man.
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