A/N: Quick note everyone, I just wanna clear up any confusion and point out that his whole story is told from the way Kyle would see it. He grew up knowing nothing about sex and stuff like that so he is natually very naive. That is why he doesn't understand the consept of "playing." Sorry if this has been bothersome to any of you.

I hope you enjoy this chapter cause this is where things get exciting!

A Change Of Heart Chapter: 2

Kyle missed a spot, again. He frowned at his reflection in the plate, then at the few specks of dried food still stuck to it. It seemed that no matter how hard or how long he washed them he could never get the dishes as clean as the other maids could have.

Dismayed, he glanced over at the two girls standing beside him. They were chatting happily as they worked and even their dishes were cleaner then his. Then again, everything the other girls did was better and cleaner then his work. He realized sadly that he'll always be a clumsy wreck compared to them. This was really a woman's job, and as a man he had no right doing these things.

He had no idea why Prince Eric ordered him to become a maid, it was obvious he had no business down here in the kitchen. He should be out in the stables working on the horses with the other young boys. But Cartman wouldn't hear of it, making it clear to Kyle that he was doomed to wear an apron and a bonnet over his red curls for the rest of his life.

Kyle may get better at his job over time, but he'll never be as good as Wendy. She was the only maid that was almost as good as Bebe. Her work was exquisite, everyone said so. Unlike Kyle, she never missed a spot. "Wendy polishes the floor so well she can see her own beautiful reflection in it." He heard Bebe tell the prince once. "She has such fine, delicate hands."

When he asked about Kyle's work the head maid sighed. "He's got the determination but he has the grace of a fish on dry land." Cartman's big round belly jiggled as he laughed. Kyle was so flustered that he had to leave. The fat boy's laughs followed him down the hall as he stormed away.

He really hated that man, even more so when he teases him and touches him in those odd places. Kyle really wished that the fat prince would learn to keep his hands to himself. He didn't like it when he put his hands around his waist like he so often did. It reminded him of that one day in his room, when the prince had pinned him down to the bed and said those strange things.

He still didn't understand what they meant. Perhaps it had something to do with the "Playing" thing Bebe had mentioned.

"What are you guys talking about?" Kyle asked the two maids standing next to him suddenly. They gave him a startled look, then a giggle was shared between them. Kyle didn't talk to the other maids much, only when it was really necessary. He was always shy to talk to girls back in his village but since he was forced to work with them here he might as well make small talk.

Who knows, he might even make some friends.

One of the girls, a redhead like Kyle, turned to make sure Bebe wasn't around. She giggled and whispered to Kyle, her voice was a soft as a chaste kiss. "We were talking about the prince." She blushed and the other girl looked abashed and turned her head away in embarrassment. Kyle was surprised. Granted, most young girls dream of handsome prince's sweeping them off their feet. But not fat, ugly one's like prince Cartman.

He tried to fathom why they would be talking about him of all people when the redheaded girl spoke up again. "He likes all his girls," She told him. And with a coy smile she added "But he has taken a certain interest in you. Everybody has noticed it."

"He seems to have a soft spot for you, Kyle." The other girl said meekly. She had dark brown hair and was very shy compared to her friend. "He hasn't wanted to 'play' with any of us since you came along."

It was now clear to Kyle that the prince's lack of interest in "playing" with the other girls has definitely got something to do with his arrival to the castle. He didn't know what it was or what it meant but he just had to know everything about this "playing" lord Cartman did with these girls. He had a feeling that all his problems would disappear if he just had an idea of what it meant.

The only thing he could come up with was the idea of dolls and games. But Kyle highly doubted that the prince would play games with his servants, though he was a bit childish at times. Why would he play with his slaves when he could play with real knights and swordsmen? Let alone the fact that his "play mates" were a bunch of delicate little girls.

Kyle decided then that he would ask the prince directly what this "playing" thing was and settle this whole thing once and for all.

Unable to shake the idea of toys and games from his head, Kyle finally asked his master about "playing." Cartman didn't respond at first, just looked at the redhead with his eyebrows raised high. After his surprise faded though he took on the strangest expression Kyle had ever seen. He looked almost happy, as if he were pleased that he had asked him this. A certain kind of glint came to his eyes that confused Kyle even more.

And he wasn't sure if he liked the way the master was smiling at him.

Prince Eric Cartman reached out a hand and grabbed Kyle's chin, forcing his head up. The prince leaned down from his full height so that they were face to face with each other. His fingers, chubby and each one glittering with priceless gemstone rings, held Kyle's jaw with an iron grip. Dark brown eyes sparkled with such lust that even Kyle could see.

The servant boy found his heart in his throat and was absolutely terrified of the man before him.

They were so close that the redhead could smell the wine on the others hot breath as he spoke. "You want to know what 'playing' is, do you?" He asked him. That strange tone in his voice that Kyle didn't recognize before was back, and it only frightened Kyle more. "Perhaps I'll show you..." A wide grin broke out on Eric's face as his other hand began to roam his small body.

Kyle was so uncomfortable and confused that he began to cry. He didn't want to but he couldn't help himself, he was so afraid. He watched as the prince's grin fell and turned into a deep frown. Kyle feared that he had angered his prince when he finally let go and stood straight up again. Though he was still afraid, part of Kyle was relieved that the hands had fallen away from his fragile body and returned to their place at Cartman's side.

"Your not ready." Prince Cartman said suddenly, that odd tone in his voice was gone and his face was strangely emotionless. Kyle felt himself relax a little but still kept his guard up out of fear that the prince would change his mind again. With a deep sigh from his nostrils, Cartman slowly began to say "Your not ready for that step, not tonight anyway," Kyle still didn't understand but for some reason he felt himself relax farther.

The prince then smiled at him again and all his fears returned. "Not tonight, but soon. You'll learn what 'playing' is real soon, my little pet." Then, ever gently, prince Cartman leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Kyle's forehead just before walking off. "Another night, my pet, I shall have you as I have with the other girls." He said as he descended down the hall.

Kyle watched him as he leaved, rolls of fat bouncing as he strolled away on the balls of his feet. He couldn't believe it. All that, and he still didn't know what 'playing' was!