ChApTeR 2! ReViEw PlEaSe! It WoUlD MeAn a lot To Me.
It had been a month of working for the Royal family when Nan and I were ordered to the throne room for an audience with the King, queen and the young Prince Vegita to go over the work we have done and talk about permanent work placing. You see for the first month of every new servant's job we are all given different tasks and at the end of the month they are ordered to the throne room and are assigned permanent placing.
Life had become unpredictable up to that point. Given different and difficult tasks each day to test our skills. Nothing but that best for the Royal Family of Vegita.
Nan and I were called in separately one at a time. This made me nervous. Since the deaths of my parents I had been in constant watch from Nan and had grown accustom to the faithful blue almond eyes of which she had.
It was eerily quite standing outside those massive doors. Sayian guards on either side didn't help my ease. The out of the silence of those few moments she was gone, I heard foot step approaching the other side of the door. I back away not knowing who it was. The door slowly squeaked open and Nan came walking through. She smiled at me. And I relaxed.
Now it was my turn.
I slowly walked into the large room elaborately decorated with reds and dark woods. Pacing myself to the throne I kept a steady gaze at the end of the room where the Royal Family was seated watching me and what looked to be hesitant approach.
As I made my way to the bottom of the steps that trailed up to the tree thrones I took in their appearances cause never in my month of working here had I seen them.
The King and the heir had similar hair in different shades that shot up like it were a crown of its own and the beautiful Queen as there with long flowing raven hair that cascaded down her back. All of them wore similar clothes in different styles.
I kneeled before them now staring at the chocolate colored rug.
"Arise," I heard a male voice gently command me from his place on the throne. I stood up uneasily not knowing what to expect. "You have been working in our place for a month now," said the King. "How do you find it so far?"
My voice was caught in my throat. Afraid of saying anything stupid but forcing some sound out I simply said "I find it well enough my King."
"Elizabeth La Mort," said the Queen. Her voice was softly spoken but clear. "We have been reviewing reports filled out by the supervising Chiefs and we have come to the conclusion that your skills of reading, writing and language would be best used in our Library and used for Translating."
I stood there not knowing what to say.
"How do you feel about this?" asked the King. "Do you feel that you are capable of doing such a difficult task for someone of the age you are at?" I thought to myself. I was only 17. Am I ready for this? All my life I had been taught the skills they described by my parents. I looked at them and nodded.
"I feel that I am indeed capable of what you speak."
"Now I want you to be aware of this," started the King. "The woman you call Nan is no longer in our service. She is being moved to a school in the west part of the city to care for the children as a teacher's assistant. Your job requires to live in the palace. She will be moving to a bunking house out side the palace walls." I stood there in silence.
"She has agreed fully to the terms and has already signed a document stating that she fully resigns guardianship over to the palace, its rulers and its people." Said the Queen. "When you turn the age of 20 you are free to leave, but until that day you are the property of Vegita-Sie."
"You have no choice in the matter whether you like it or not," the King quipped. "You are now dismissed. There is a guard outside the door. He will lead you to where it is you need to go and he will inform you more of your duties." He waved his hand in a flee motion and I bowed to them all and turned around and left. My mind was racing with thoughts. I felt how I felt when my parents died. Empty and numb. No feeling of the situation at all.
When I got to the outside of the throne room Nan was gone and my bags were at the feet of a guard. He motioned for my to follow as he picked up my bag.
