A/N: Sorry for being late, but I've been through a lot lately. Life just…isn't the same any more. At least for me. But I'm hanging in there…somehow. If you could just stop by and leave me a be-happy-review, it'd totally make my day. :D Enjoy!
Summary: Attending to the prince's needs doesn't just mean cleaning and tidying anymore.
A Maid's Touch
Behind the door, a white-haired dishevelled prince appears. His face is contorted into something akin to fear but reverts back to its calm self when he sees her.
"Aw," she mocks. "Did the wittle pwincess scare you?"
"This one was…" He shudders. "…extensively thorough."
"Poor thing." She brings him to his bed and slowly undresses him until he's in nothing more but his boxers. "I know exactly what you need," she purrs and nips his neck.
He moans.
Whether it is forbidden or not, they don't care because whatever happens in the prince's room stays in the prince's room.