A/N: This latest installment is dedicated to NationMcKinley16@cs.com, who emailed me begging me to add another chapter. Thanks for making my day, and raising my self esteem! This is for you, hun (!

Five years I had been working for the Prince. Five of the longest years of my life. The prince was about to get married, and I could only hope this would somehow lighten my workload. So little had happened in these five years that they seemed to drag in, stretching out into millennia.

I was sixteen now, and a woman. My monthly bleeding had begun late compared to other girls my age, it had started only six months ago, but though I was relieved when it finally came, it was starting to get annoying.

To my great relief, Frank had never asked for any sexual favors from me, and for that I could be grateful. My job included the usual chores of a maid, and occasionally letting him grab my newly developed breasts, which never bothered me, for some reason, it was nice to know that even though they were small, according to him they were quite firm (a/n: actual experience from my gay "boyfriend" Go Chuck, first guy to squeeze my boobs! I'll let you suck on my neck at lunch tomorrow (). Riff-Raff was waiting at the gates every Wednesday afternoon to escort me home.

I loved Wednesdays so much, Riff would pick me up, and we would walk home, past the lush palace green and the posh neighborhood surrounding the Royal living compound. Through the business district, the red light district, where the whores would yell come-ons to my brother, though I was walking right beside him with his arm over my shoulder, and into the slums, where our flat was located. I would hurriedly greet my Mother and Imipromene, then rush into the bedroom for a much anticipated nap. I would wake up several hours later when Riff-Raff crawled in beside me. He would wrap his arms around me and pull my head to his chest. I would tell him about the goings-on at the palace. I don't know if he listened, his eyes were closed, and the only sign that he was away came from the one hand running up and down my spine, that soothing motion was the last thing I felt before going to sleep.

I would wake up, and he would be gone. Gone to his job, now as an apprentice to a jeweler across the city. I would get out of bed, and walk myself slowly back to the palace, my heart heavy with the fact that it would be another month before I saw my brother again.