Chapter 4 ¨C Introducing Bumface and Horseface
Two weeks later
Faith¡¯s POV
Scrub, dust and tidy. I¡¯m having the best time of my life here. Cleaning Lady Kathlina¡¯s room whilst the wench herself is standing in the doorway, I swear if stares could kill I would have died a million and one times over. Why does she hate me so much? Oh yeah, now I remember, I treat her like the bitch that she is and her so called ¡®dignity¡¯ can¡¯t take it, what a pathetic excuse.
Well finally I¡¯m done, two hours of back breaking work while she is burning a hole in the back of my head, not literally of course. DUH! But my misery ain¡¯t over yet, it¡¯s never over, but today just ain¡¯t my day. The next room to slave away in belongs to none other than Bumface, well, Lady Cordelia, but I reckon Bumface is a much more suitable name for her. She¡¯s even worse than Kathlina (I can¡¯t be bothered to think of a nickname for her, but I suppose Horseface would do her justice), if Bumface¡¯s stares could kill I wouldn¡¯t even be able to count the number of times I¡¯ve died.
In the glorious ten minutes before I have to endure a further two hours of torture, I report back to Martha, the head maid. Apparently I have a change in my schedule, I smile one of my rare smiles, you¡¯ve probably figure I don¡¯t smile much these days¡ unless I¡¯m making fun of the stuck up snobby nobles.
But when I hear what the change in my schedule is, that smile evaporates quicker than water in the Sahara desert. I have to clean the bloody prince¡¯s room!!! The same prince I freaked out, the same prince I mocked, the same prince that heard my disastrous singing, the same prince I have a hopeless crush on but dislikes anyway (like I said in the last chap, I¡¯m a psycho), and to top it all, I bet his room is huge, definitely bigger than Bumface¡¯s. I mean after all, he is the BLOODY PRINCE! It¡¯s gonna take me at least 3 hours to clean. Fan-flipping-tastic. And just in case you have the IQ of Gimli the dwarf, I¡¯m being sarcastic here. I just hope to god that he won¡¯t actually be there, you never know, I might get lucky, after all there¡¯s a first time for everything. Famous last words.
Legolas¡¯ POV
I pace around the room aimlessly in my bathrobe, I¡¯ve been up for ages and I haven¡¯t had a bath, but I find that a bathrobe is a lot more comfortable than tight leggings, especially on¡you know¡that particular part. Suddenly I remember that Sereena is coming in to clean today and she¡¯s due in precisely 1 minute. That is not enough time to get changed, even for a man, well elf, and I have no desire for her to catch me half naked. But I¡¯m not unduly worried, she¡¯s seen my wondering around like a mindless idiot in my bathrobe before, so all¡¯s well. Yeah right.
I hear a knock on my door, I walk towards it and open it.
¡®Ah, Sereena you¡¯re h-¡¯
I was about to say ¡®Ah Sereena you¡¯re here¡¯, but the words disappear down the back of my throat, for it¡¯s not Sereena that stands in my doorway wearing a scowl that tells me exactly how much she wants to be here, it¡¯s the freaky-eyed girl. Since I don¡¯t know her name, that¡¯s what I¡¯ll call her until I learn her name. (A/N: He¡¯s gonna learn her name pretty soon cos I¡¯m too lazy to keep typing out freaky-eyed girl all the time. Tehehe). I¡¯m about to ask her what she¡¯s doing here and where the heck is Sereena, but she seems to read my mind because she answers my unspoken question in a bored and calm but undeniably angry voice,
¡®Apparently Sereena is ill, so guess who has the bloody honor of taking her place,¡¯ she give a mocking curtsey and continues, ¡®Moi. And believe me your majesty I take no more pleasure in being here than you do so I¡¯d like to just get this over and done with.¡¯
I see that her manners have improved sooo much since our last meeting. I roll my eyes and step aside, over and done with? I wish.
Faith¡¯s POV
Hmm. So much for him not being there then, and what¡¯s more, dressed in a bathrobe. A mighty expensive bathrobe I might add, royal blue silk. Even in my life before Middle-Earth, I always had a problem with the rich and famous, not that I¡¯d met any, but it really bugged me how they had so much money, but just wasted it all on their own selfish depthless needs. I¡¯m not saying they should give it all to charity, no one is selfless, even I like to treat myself now and then, but they used to spend like thousands of pounds on ONE PAIR OF SHOES! Bloody ridiculous. It really made my blood boil to watch the news and see the starving children and the fatigued mothers and then I¡¯d remember all the money that some president or other invests in war, the irony really sucks.
Well what can I do? So I just stroll in the room (and I was right, it is humongous) and start cleaning. Thankfully he doesn¡¯t stand there staring at me like Horseface, but what he does do is ask me stupid questions. I think I would have preferred the staring.
¡®So what¡¯s your name?¡¯
¡®Faith¡¯ I¡¯m not up to striking conversation with the almighty prince so I think I¡¯ll keep my answers one-worded when possible.
¡®How long have you been working here?¡¯
This is turning into a survey! It¡¯s only a question I know, but I can¡¯t help getting angry,
¡®Work? You call this work? Slaving away day after day (A/N: I made a rhyme!) whilst all I get in return is stale bread and a box to live in? Well if that¡¯s your definition of work, then 3 years your highness¡¯
So much for keeping my answers one-worded, huh.
¡®What is your problem? How dare you be so rude?¡¯
Oooh, he¡¯s getting angry now, I may be psychotic not to mention suicidal, but I have the gift of being the most annoying prick in the world. Haha. Not even the prince is immune, maybe that change in my schedule wasn¡¯t so bad after all.
¡®Problem? Oh I have no problem, well maybe a slightly mental one but nothing serious, and I dare to be rude because whatever you do to me, whatever punishment I may receive, I¡¯ve been through worse.¡¯
Oh great, I should have kept my mouth shut, while this statement is definitely true, he¡¯s gonna start questioning about my past now and that is something I do not wish to recall at all costs. It may have been the years ago but the memories are still as fresh as ever, they still sting like open wounds and they are forever haunting my dreams.
¡®We could leave you to rot in a prison cell, and you¡¯d be fine with that would you?¡¯
I breathe a sigh of relief, no questions thank god.
¡®I¡¯m rotting away everyday anyway so I doubt I¡¯d notice the difference.¡¯
I get no reply to this, the prince just heaves a sigh and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like ¡®Oh I give up¡¯. Wow, I knew I was good, but now I know I¡¯m brilliant!
Legolas¡¯ POV
This girl, Faith, she is completely impossible, but she¡¯s lit my curiosity candle. It¡¯s clear she¡¯s not afraid of punishment, I wonder what could have happened in her past. But just as I¡¯m about to question her I catch a glimpse of her eyes, they¡¯re so very different from the blank ones she treated me to two weeks ago, this time there¡¯s a storm of raging emotions in them and the biggest one, the one at the heart of the storm, is pain, raw undiluted pain. Even though she¡¯s shown me nothing but rudeness and sarcasm, I feel myself softening, so I just sigh and leave her be.
But now that flame of curiosity is shining, it refuses to be put out, I¡¯m gonna find out about her past some day. I¡¯m gonna find out the reason she¡¯s so rude, the reason she hurts, I¡¯m gonna find out and I¡¯m gonna help her. I can¡¯t believe this, one glimpse of those eyes and I¡¯ve made a resolution to achieve the impossible for I have a feeling that no one has broken her defenses yet, but I know that if I don¡¯t, those eyes will haunt me forever. She may not know it, but that blasted girl¡¯s set me a death trap.
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