Guess what? I don't own Sailor Moon.
I am so sorry about the lack of update last week. I submitted,
but something went wrong and it rejected.
Maid for You - Chapter 3
About a month later Serena was just about to across the courtyard
when Maggie, her dress stained with dark liquid, caught up with her.
'Serena! Wait for me!' Serena stopped and turned. 'Maggie? What
happened to your dress?' Maggie looked embarrassed. I was carrying
a bowl of chocolate sauce over to Cookie - and I tripped. I need to
change.' Serena laughed. 'Oh Maggie! It could only happen to you!'
It was true. Maggie, friendly as she was, was the kitchen klutz.
Accidents just HAPPENED to her. It was a miracle she was still in
one piece.
Laughing and joking, the two girls made their way across the
courtyard.
Like clockwork, a moment later, Prince Endymion appeared in the
opposite direction. He turned to Serena and waved as he always
did, noticing too late that she was not alone. Smiling brightly
Serena waved back.
Maggie's jaw dropped. 'OH. MY .GOD! Serena, what the hell was
that all about?' Serena giggled. 'He always waves. Ever since that
incident with the sheet.......It's sweet isn't it?!' Maggie shook
her head in disbelief. 'Some people have all the luck. That's really
not fair! Why you?!' Serena laughed. 'What can I say? He's perfect!'
But inwardly, she sighed deeply. For he was too perfect and that was
a problem- she was falling in love with someone she could never have.
'Forget it, forget it, forget it.' Endymion repeated the words over
and over to himself. 'It isn't done. The gap is too big. She's a
million miles from the world you live in.' It wasn't helping. Despite
the fact that he'd only ever met the girl once, he still saw her
everyday and seemed to be developing feelings for her. He sighed.
'I really need to get out more.' But no matter where he went or what
he did, she was never far from his thoughts. It seemed to him that
she was destined to be a dream, something he wanted, but could not
reach, existing in the real world for just a few moments each day.
It would be two months before fate took a hand.
Yawning, Serena entered the kitchens. It was 6am and her day
was just beginning. Behind her, Maggie was muttering something about
coffee. 'Ah, Serena!' Said Cookie as she walked up to her. I'm
glad you're here. We need to talk.' Serena was confused. Cookie looked
very serious, unusual for her and Serena couldn't help but wonder what
she'd done that was so terrible. She looked at Cookie with wide eyes.
'Y-yes?' Cookie took a deep breath. 'Now Serena, in the four months
that you've been here you've done an excellent job.' 'Oh, um, thank
you,' Serena replied, still confused. 'HOWEVER' Continued Cookie and
Serena groaned, 'I don't think you're really cut out for kitchen work.'
'What!?' Serena cried. 'Cookie, what are you saying? Am I fired?' Fear
shot through her. She couldn't leave - she just couldn't! 'You've been
transferred.' Cookie explained. 'To housekeeping.' Serena gasped. A
transfer to the main palace? That was a huge promotion! 'Oh my God!
Thank-You!' She screamed and flung her arms around the cook. Finally,
she was on her way up! Cookie laughed and patted Serena on the back.
'You deserve it! Well done Serena! Now go back to your room and pack
your things. Maggie, go with her. You're expected in one hour.' Serena
nodded, lost for words. 'Thank-You so much.' Was all she could manage.
'You're welcome Serena! Good Luck!' Maggie led her stunned friend out
of the kitchens.
Exactly one hour later Serena arrived at the small office of
Miss Clara Stickton. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the closed
door. 'Come!' Snapped a sharp voice. As Serena entered she got her first
look at her new boss.
Clara Stickton was about 50, thin, tall and severe looking. Her
brown hair had several grey streaks and was pulled back into a tight bun.
Her eyes were cold and grey.
'Yes?' She snapped, glaring at Serena. 'I'm Serena ma'am, I'm starting
here today.' Serena smiled weakly. 'Oh yes the KITCHEN girl' replied Clara,
as if Serena was nothing more than a nasty smell. 'Oh Lord,' Thought Serena.
I hope this wasn't a mistake.....'
At the end of her first week, Serena wished she were back in the kitchens.
She was completely miserable. No matter how hard she tried, she simply
could not please Clara Stickton.
'At least the other girls are friendly,' she thought. They all called
Clara 'The old stick' and did their best to help Serena learn her new job,
for which she was eternally grateful. Still, it wasn't as happy a place
as the kitchens. And she REALLY missed seeing Endymion.
'SERENA!' Yelled Clara. Serena groaned. She was going to get yelled at
again. 'Yes Ma'am?' She replied politely. 'What the hell is THIS
Serena?!' She yelled, waving a silver spoon in Serena's face. Serena
blinked. 'Um, a spoon?' Clara turned bright red. 'Don't get smart with
me Serena!' She yelled. 'Look at this!' She shove the spoon at Serena,
who, when she looked very closely, could just make out a small scratch.
'You were supposed to polish these!' 'I - I did Ma'am.' Serena stuttered.
'You call that polishing?! Do the whole lot again!' She slammed the spoon
onto the table and stalked off. Serena hung her head. 'God, I hate it here.'
He had ridden in as he always did and turned to wave at the beautiful
kitchen maid. But when he looked, there was no one there. Pulling Yoru
to a halt, he looked around. Nothing. He waited for a few minutes. Still
she did not come. He glanced at the big clock on the far side of the
courtyard. He was on time, she wasn't coming. With a deep sigh, he rode on.
This was going to ruin his whole day.
Imagine his horror then, when he did not see her the next day either,
or the day after that. By the fourth day he was actually worried. He
wondered if she was sick. Maybe her schedule had just changed. Maybe
she'd left the palace. But why would she do that? Irrational fear for
the girl he hardly knew grew in him.
By the end of a week, he was trying to figure out a way of finding
out about her. 'I could just go down to the kitchens and.......' He
groaned. There was absolutely no good reason for him to be in the kitchens.
It just wasn't done. But he was getting desperate. He didn't just WANT
to know, he NEEDED to know. If he didn't find out soon, he was going to
march down to the kitchens and demand an answer, royal protocol be damned.
Endymion was perfectly aware that he was being irrational. He knew that
the gap between them was too big. He knew she might already have a lover.
He knew it could never be. And he didn't care.
It had been a normal morning by Serena's standards. Come in, get
yelled at, do some cleaning, get yelled at, make the tea, get yelled at...
For some reason, the old stick seemed to have taken a particular dislike
to Serena,though she didn't know why. She had just escaped for moment when
she heard Clara Stickton's sharp voice. 'Serena!' She sighed. 'Yes ma'am?'
'Jessica's off sick so stop wasting time and take this to Prince Endymion!'
She shoved a silver tea tray at Serena. Serena almost had a heart attack.
'The - the Prince?' She stuttered, stunned. 'Are you deaf?' Snapped Clara.
'Yes, the Prince. Take the tray in,make the tea, pull the drapes and leave!
Or is that too much for your miniscule mind to grasp?' She shook her head. '
No ma'am!' She grabbed the tray and hurried out, almost laughing. She was going
to see him!
She went down the long winding corridor that led to his room.
When she reached the large wooden doors she stopped and tried to calm
herself. It seemed so long since she'd seen him. Had it really only been
a week? Slowly she opened the door and went in. In the centre of the room
was a huge bed. She walked quietly to the nearby table and set the tray
down. She let her eyes wander to the figure in the bed. Her heart skipped
a beat. Never had she seen anything that beautiful. His eyes were closed
and he was fast asleep, his black hair rumpled and falling in his face. He
looked so peaceful. Serena could hardly tear her eyes away.
Eventually, reality sank in and she moved slowly to the window
and pulled the drapes.
Endymion murmured as sunlight streamed through the windows,
illuminating the room. Yawning, he forced his eyes open, his sleepy
gaze falling on the figure at the window. As her identity penetrated
his drowsy mind, he sat up sharply and stared. Was he seeing things? Had
he become so desperate his mind was playing tricks on him? He rubbed his
eyes and looked again. She was still there. 'Serena?' She jumped at the
sound of his voice and spun around. 'Oh! Good morning your Highness!'
She hurried to the table to make his tea. He smiled, his heart pounding.
'What are you doing here?' 'I got transferred, your Highness.' He was a
little surprised. 'From the kitchens? That's quite an achievement.
Well done!' She gave him a small smile. 'Thank you your Highness. Um,
good day.' He gave her a dazzling smile that made her heart race.
'Good day Serena.' Feeling dizzily happy, she slipped out of the door.
Endymion sank back into the pillows, a grin on his face. She was
all right! She was better than all right, she was here! Maybe he'd get
to see more of her! Dimly, at the back of his mind, a voice told him how
inappropriate there feelings were, but he told the voice to shut up. It
was going to be a good day.
End Chapter 3
I am so sorry about the lack of update last week. I submitted,
but something went wrong and it rejected.
Maid for You - Chapter 3
About a month later Serena was just about to across the courtyard
when Maggie, her dress stained with dark liquid, caught up with her.
'Serena! Wait for me!' Serena stopped and turned. 'Maggie? What
happened to your dress?' Maggie looked embarrassed. I was carrying
a bowl of chocolate sauce over to Cookie - and I tripped. I need to
change.' Serena laughed. 'Oh Maggie! It could only happen to you!'
It was true. Maggie, friendly as she was, was the kitchen klutz.
Accidents just HAPPENED to her. It was a miracle she was still in
one piece.
Laughing and joking, the two girls made their way across the
courtyard.
Like clockwork, a moment later, Prince Endymion appeared in the
opposite direction. He turned to Serena and waved as he always
did, noticing too late that she was not alone. Smiling brightly
Serena waved back.
Maggie's jaw dropped. 'OH. MY .GOD! Serena, what the hell was
that all about?' Serena giggled. 'He always waves. Ever since that
incident with the sheet.......It's sweet isn't it?!' Maggie shook
her head in disbelief. 'Some people have all the luck. That's really
not fair! Why you?!' Serena laughed. 'What can I say? He's perfect!'
But inwardly, she sighed deeply. For he was too perfect and that was
a problem- she was falling in love with someone she could never have.
'Forget it, forget it, forget it.' Endymion repeated the words over
and over to himself. 'It isn't done. The gap is too big. She's a
million miles from the world you live in.' It wasn't helping. Despite
the fact that he'd only ever met the girl once, he still saw her
everyday and seemed to be developing feelings for her. He sighed.
'I really need to get out more.' But no matter where he went or what
he did, she was never far from his thoughts. It seemed to him that
she was destined to be a dream, something he wanted, but could not
reach, existing in the real world for just a few moments each day.
It would be two months before fate took a hand.
Yawning, Serena entered the kitchens. It was 6am and her day
was just beginning. Behind her, Maggie was muttering something about
coffee. 'Ah, Serena!' Said Cookie as she walked up to her. I'm
glad you're here. We need to talk.' Serena was confused. Cookie looked
very serious, unusual for her and Serena couldn't help but wonder what
she'd done that was so terrible. She looked at Cookie with wide eyes.
'Y-yes?' Cookie took a deep breath. 'Now Serena, in the four months
that you've been here you've done an excellent job.' 'Oh, um, thank
you,' Serena replied, still confused. 'HOWEVER' Continued Cookie and
Serena groaned, 'I don't think you're really cut out for kitchen work.'
'What!?' Serena cried. 'Cookie, what are you saying? Am I fired?' Fear
shot through her. She couldn't leave - she just couldn't! 'You've been
transferred.' Cookie explained. 'To housekeeping.' Serena gasped. A
transfer to the main palace? That was a huge promotion! 'Oh my God!
Thank-You!' She screamed and flung her arms around the cook. Finally,
she was on her way up! Cookie laughed and patted Serena on the back.
'You deserve it! Well done Serena! Now go back to your room and pack
your things. Maggie, go with her. You're expected in one hour.' Serena
nodded, lost for words. 'Thank-You so much.' Was all she could manage.
'You're welcome Serena! Good Luck!' Maggie led her stunned friend out
of the kitchens.
Exactly one hour later Serena arrived at the small office of
Miss Clara Stickton. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the closed
door. 'Come!' Snapped a sharp voice. As Serena entered she got her first
look at her new boss.
Clara Stickton was about 50, thin, tall and severe looking. Her
brown hair had several grey streaks and was pulled back into a tight bun.
Her eyes were cold and grey.
'Yes?' She snapped, glaring at Serena. 'I'm Serena ma'am, I'm starting
here today.' Serena smiled weakly. 'Oh yes the KITCHEN girl' replied Clara,
as if Serena was nothing more than a nasty smell. 'Oh Lord,' Thought Serena.
I hope this wasn't a mistake.....'
At the end of her first week, Serena wished she were back in the kitchens.
She was completely miserable. No matter how hard she tried, she simply
could not please Clara Stickton.
'At least the other girls are friendly,' she thought. They all called
Clara 'The old stick' and did their best to help Serena learn her new job,
for which she was eternally grateful. Still, it wasn't as happy a place
as the kitchens. And she REALLY missed seeing Endymion.
'SERENA!' Yelled Clara. Serena groaned. She was going to get yelled at
again. 'Yes Ma'am?' She replied politely. 'What the hell is THIS
Serena?!' She yelled, waving a silver spoon in Serena's face. Serena
blinked. 'Um, a spoon?' Clara turned bright red. 'Don't get smart with
me Serena!' She yelled. 'Look at this!' She shove the spoon at Serena,
who, when she looked very closely, could just make out a small scratch.
'You were supposed to polish these!' 'I - I did Ma'am.' Serena stuttered.
'You call that polishing?! Do the whole lot again!' She slammed the spoon
onto the table and stalked off. Serena hung her head. 'God, I hate it here.'
He had ridden in as he always did and turned to wave at the beautiful
kitchen maid. But when he looked, there was no one there. Pulling Yoru
to a halt, he looked around. Nothing. He waited for a few minutes. Still
she did not come. He glanced at the big clock on the far side of the
courtyard. He was on time, she wasn't coming. With a deep sigh, he rode on.
This was going to ruin his whole day.
Imagine his horror then, when he did not see her the next day either,
or the day after that. By the fourth day he was actually worried. He
wondered if she was sick. Maybe her schedule had just changed. Maybe
she'd left the palace. But why would she do that? Irrational fear for
the girl he hardly knew grew in him.
By the end of a week, he was trying to figure out a way of finding
out about her. 'I could just go down to the kitchens and.......' He
groaned. There was absolutely no good reason for him to be in the kitchens.
It just wasn't done. But he was getting desperate. He didn't just WANT
to know, he NEEDED to know. If he didn't find out soon, he was going to
march down to the kitchens and demand an answer, royal protocol be damned.
Endymion was perfectly aware that he was being irrational. He knew that
the gap between them was too big. He knew she might already have a lover.
He knew it could never be. And he didn't care.
It had been a normal morning by Serena's standards. Come in, get
yelled at, do some cleaning, get yelled at, make the tea, get yelled at...
For some reason, the old stick seemed to have taken a particular dislike
to Serena,though she didn't know why. She had just escaped for moment when
she heard Clara Stickton's sharp voice. 'Serena!' She sighed. 'Yes ma'am?'
'Jessica's off sick so stop wasting time and take this to Prince Endymion!'
She shoved a silver tea tray at Serena. Serena almost had a heart attack.
'The - the Prince?' She stuttered, stunned. 'Are you deaf?' Snapped Clara.
'Yes, the Prince. Take the tray in,make the tea, pull the drapes and leave!
Or is that too much for your miniscule mind to grasp?' She shook her head. '
No ma'am!' She grabbed the tray and hurried out, almost laughing. She was going
to see him!
She went down the long winding corridor that led to his room.
When she reached the large wooden doors she stopped and tried to calm
herself. It seemed so long since she'd seen him. Had it really only been
a week? Slowly she opened the door and went in. In the centre of the room
was a huge bed. She walked quietly to the nearby table and set the tray
down. She let her eyes wander to the figure in the bed. Her heart skipped
a beat. Never had she seen anything that beautiful. His eyes were closed
and he was fast asleep, his black hair rumpled and falling in his face. He
looked so peaceful. Serena could hardly tear her eyes away.
Eventually, reality sank in and she moved slowly to the window
and pulled the drapes.
Endymion murmured as sunlight streamed through the windows,
illuminating the room. Yawning, he forced his eyes open, his sleepy
gaze falling on the figure at the window. As her identity penetrated
his drowsy mind, he sat up sharply and stared. Was he seeing things? Had
he become so desperate his mind was playing tricks on him? He rubbed his
eyes and looked again. She was still there. 'Serena?' She jumped at the
sound of his voice and spun around. 'Oh! Good morning your Highness!'
She hurried to the table to make his tea. He smiled, his heart pounding.
'What are you doing here?' 'I got transferred, your Highness.' He was a
little surprised. 'From the kitchens? That's quite an achievement.
Well done!' She gave him a small smile. 'Thank you your Highness. Um,
good day.' He gave her a dazzling smile that made her heart race.
'Good day Serena.' Feeling dizzily happy, she slipped out of the door.
Endymion sank back into the pillows, a grin on his face. She was
all right! She was better than all right, she was here! Maybe he'd get
to see more of her! Dimly, at the back of his mind, a voice told him how
inappropriate there feelings were, but he told the voice to shut up. It
was going to be a good day.
End Chapter 3