Sold
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Recap:
"Go tell Jerrold who you are," Bibiana said jokingly, but still hopeful.
Chapter 4 A Bit of Trouble
"I'm going to give him a bit of trouble first," Daria said.
"I'm not sure that that's a good idea," Bibiana asked wearily.
"I'm sure he'll live."
"He will you might not."
"I know how to endure pain. I'm used to being beat."
"I know I just worry."
"Don't I can take care of myself."
"I know, I know."
"So while you're a slave here, which should only be until you tell him who you are, what would you like your job to be?"
"I don't care."
"We need someone to serve the meals. Would you like that?"
"Sure."
"Ok. Dinner is at 5. Breakfast at 8, or if they request it in bed, then whatever time his majesty wish. Lunch is at noon."
"I know, I know. Just because I haven't been here for 7 years doesn't mean I have forgotten everything," Daria joked.
"It's so good to see you again. I've missed you, I've missed Jerrold. I never see him, and when I do he isn't the same person as he used to be."
"I know what you mean. It's kind of weird going from Daria to slave. I thought that we would always be best friends. I thought that if we ever met again we'd recognize each other. It's kind of weird. We used to be nearly related, now I'm his slave."
"Well dinner's in an hour, I need to start cooking it."
"May I help?"
"Sure."
"What should I do?"
An hour later Daria was ready to serve the Prince, her old brother, best friend.
"Good Evening, Jerrold," she greeted cheerfully.
"What's up with you, slave?" he asked disgustedly.
"I'm just so happy to be home again."
"This has never been your home before," his voice was shaking with rage.
"How would you know? You don't even know my name. I guess this wasn't exactly my home, I was just here every waking hour of my life from when I was eight until eleven. Now, does that ring a bell?"
Yes it does, I just can't remember who, Jerrold's mind said to him. No it doesn't! Jerrold's "new" mind yelled back. He didn't want to be hurt, so he had become heartless.
After dinner Jerrold went to bed and Daria talked to Bibiana late into the night. Finally Bibiana convinced Daria to tell Jerrold the next day.
"What if he doesn't remember me?" Daria asked.
"If he doesn't then show him everything you two used to do, in time I promise you he'll remember and hate himself for the way he's been acting.
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I know it's a bit short, but I really love one of my other stories and I can't get into any of my others, but it's unfair to just leave them, so I'll finish them. Please review!!!