Title: The Lucky Unlucky Situation
Summary: Of all the things life could throw at you I'd say being slave to Prince Kheel himself is of the worst found luck. Mello/Matt
Chapter Two: Matt
By the time the carriage arrived at my new home I was helplessly drunk. After the first two goblets of ale I was ranting on about social pyramids and rich pompous assholes who thought they were too high and mighty to buy robes from town instead of fucking Persia. My cheeks were tinged pink and my eyes had undoubtedly turned hazy as I continued to spout out drunken philosophy to the eager knights.
They stopped me after the fourth goblet chorusing in laughter at a particularly loud belch.
"You're a fun drunk there son. Lord knows you'll have needed that drink once you get inside." It only took me about ten seconds after that to realize that rocky carriage rides and liquor filled bellies didn't mix. Oh man… A bubbling and burning sensation rippled in my gut. I normally don't drink much only at celebrations and such but anybody in my predicament would have a full goblet between there lips in no time.
"I think I need to…" My belly churned in protest again before I could finish the sentence.
"We have now arrived at the castle of King Lukas Kheel! You may now take your departure!" My head thumped against the carriage. Alright Mail we need to focus on keeping the contents of our stomach inside of our stomach.
"Your sweating there son, a bit nervous I presume?" The Shiny Armors escorted me out of the carriage and onto a path of smooth teal-gray cobblestone that gave the floor an ethereal look. I sucked in a deep breath and focused on walking straight and not wobbling. The last thing I wanted the king to think was a Jeevas was weak. If anything we were brave, cunning and hardworking…well at least 76% of the time.
The carriage had already taken us past the first set of ridiculously huge iron wrought doors and we were now in the entry way of the main corridor of the extremely large castle. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the finest art pieces of the decade hung proudly from the walls. The carpets were royal violet and the staircase was a beautifully crafted spiral of gold, cherry wood and more violet carpeting. The largest framed picture was of them all was a painting of King Lukas, his wife Danielle and of course the prince himself in all his asshole glory. It's a wonder how the adorable little blond turned into such an insensitive asshole.
"I'd love to allow you to gawk some more but the king's a bit impatient." Matthias' gauntlet hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my reverie. Well the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree…
King Lukas was tall, muscled and blessed with a deep boisterous voice that could command a death man to sit from miles away. He was also blonde very, very blonde. His long hair touched his waist and was French braided into a long braid whenever he planned to raise his sword. He had a beard of a real man a beard I secretly wished for as a kid whenever I'd see him ride out on his stallion, blade in hand yelling commands to the fleet behind him.
I quickly kneeled down onto the floor as the knights left the room.
"Do you know why you have been summoned here?" The churning began again and it took all my will to quickly respond without desecrating the royal floor with stew chunks and ale.
"Yes your highness." Breath in and out, breath in and out. The stereotypical mantra had begun.
"I personally think this is a bit far for means of recompense but once my son is angry well it's a bit hard to please him. But how about we strike a deal since the produce from your family is never short of the best…" Saliva rushed into my mouth and I fought against the urge to shake. All we have to do is agree to the deal and we're good to go.
"I'm willing to give you a six year deal if you work diligently for six years as my son's personal servant I'll pay the rest for you and you'll be free to leave servitude." I couldn't believe what I was hearing I would have probably thanked him in more earnest if I weren't about regurgitate my whole stomach onto the floor in the next twenty seconds.
"Thank you your highness I'll be-" I was interrupted by the loud slam of the doors opening and an angry blonde storming in to stop right in front of me. I lifted my head slowly and regretted it as my head spun and the churning intensified.
"Only six years! This disgusting flea ruined my best robes!" The prince was now dressed in casual robes as he stood over me. His hair was slightly damp and wavy from undoubtedly a bath. The faint scent of jasmine and aloe emanated off of his skin and it did little to soother my upset stomach.
"Mihael the amount of time you requested was horribly irrational and the sum you requested was too much to ask of any man in his trade." King Lukas said in a slightly impatient manner as he relaxed in his throne and began overlooking scrolls.
" But Fath-" A pale large hand was raised silencing the prince without saying a word as he quickly became engrossed in the scrolls.
"Take your leave." Finally! I shot up too quickly causing me to stumble forward and knock right into the prince resulting in us falling limb tangled on the floor. Shit! Time to start the silent prayers…
"I'm so…" The sentence ended in me emptying my stomach all over the pissed blonde leaving his father in giggles. It only took one more stomach shower for the shock to wear off and for him to send me sliding across the floor from a well aimed punch to the jaw.
"I just got out from the bathing quarters!"Me and the king both flinched at the same time.
"Sorry…" His face turned red from anger and he began to shake from fury alone.
"I'll deal with you later! NEEEEAAAAAARRRRR!" I pleaded to the king desperately with my eyes for him to save me. He glanced at me, then his son, then turned his attention back to his scrolls with a shake of his hed.
The disgruntled blonde walked into the steamy room while mumbling loudly to himself. I poked my head inside to examine the room. I couldn't help myself its not everyday you get to explore a castle. The bathing quarters were more of a heated watering hole in my opinion. The whole establishment was much too big to be considered a regular basin. The room was filled with a soothing aroma and was paved with smooth cobblestone instead of the square design featured in the front of the castle. Fresh Lilies floated around the water and there were shelves nailed to the walls with hundreds of colorful vials and bottles.
"It's like a hot spring." I would've thrown up on myself if I knew I'd get the chance to bathe in this place.
"Don't be a peep." The prince fixed an angry glare at me as he gripped the bottom half of his robes.
"Sorry…" Great! I ruin his outfit, throw up all over him and now get accused of trying to steal a look while he washes. There is officially no hope of him taking a liking to me and cutting those six years short. I mentally slapped myself and sighed.
While our prince was bathing Near gave me a personal tour around the grand castle. He started with the kitchen that had an amazing bakery in the back. I've never seen that many delicious looking sweets in my life then again I've only eaten sweets prepared by my own mother. Then there was the personal library, knights training field, weaponry room, farm stables—consisted mostly of horses- and the garden that housed every flower you could possibly imagine with a pond right smack dab in the middle, wonderfully stocked with exotic fish. He also showed me the passageway short cuts and handed me a scroll that I was to take with me at all times so I didn't ever get lost inside the monstrous castle.
There were quite a few places he didn't show to me that were off limits for new servants or were only welcome to King Lukas, Queen Daniel and their personal servants. He said he would show me the servant sleeping quarters later because it was a bad idea to be absent when the prince finished his bath.
On our way back to the wash room I decided to ask the white haired boy a question I should've asked him way before the tour even began.
"So what do I do? Do I prepare his meals and clean or…?" Near's eyes shone slight amusement briefly before they reverted back to emotionless as we walked side by side through the corridor. Wow that walk in the garden sure did the trick of soothing my stomach for a guy he takes quite a long bath.
"That would be the job of the cook and maid." Then what do I do? I gave him a confused look and he sighed.
"You know why we're called personal servants?" I shook my head.
"Well we're called personal servants because we do tasks on a more personal level. For instance the maids do the cleaning for the castle as a whole. Though they clean up, if Mello drop his tea on the floor you clean it up. If Mello wants chocolate you order the cooks to whip some up. If he wants you to fluff his pillows and rub his tummy until he falls asleep you'd better do it." I rolled my eyes at the last statement. I see why he called me his new slave boy…
"Why do you call him Mello isn't his name Prince Mihael?"
"Mihael never really had many friends and I've been with him since we were both pints. We gave each other nicknames a long time ago. He's given a nickname to every maid and cook in the entire castle." We turned into another corridor and continued to walk.
"But if you're both out in public be sure to address him as my lord or you'll surely pay for it." I didn't want to address him on that further so I asked a different question.
"What are common things you do?"
"You'll learn soon enough for yourself. With you here I can have a little more time to myself. Oh yes, and be warned the worst thing a servant can do to his master is defy a request. Should you do that the punishment rights skips right over Mello and goes straight to King Lukas himself." A shiver ran up my spine and I imply nodded.
We finally reached the bathing quarters and a feeling of dread spread throughout my whole body as he arose from the steam.
"Do me a favor and keep your stomach juices to yourself from now on." Mello was in a red silk robe that had dark spots on the shoulders from his wet hair dripping onto the fabric. Oh God what punishment has he got for me.
"Walk with me." Me and Near nodded simultaneously and began trailing behind the silk robe clad prince.
"Ah, ah, ah…" He waggled his finger in our faces and smiled, blue eyes sparkling with devious amusement.
"Just Matt, Near you have the week off." The albino gave me a pitying look briefly but nonetheless sighed happily in contentment as he left us alone. I frowned as we continued to walk.
"Harold!" A brunette man stopped walking immediately and bowed towards us.
"Yes your highness."
"What are your field work chores for this week?" My stomach dropped.
"Well me and Gerald… I mean Jim! Have to water the Garden and pull the weeds up." He smiled brightly and pointed a thumb towards me.
"Don't worry about them Matt's got it!" He gestured for me to continue walking and I nearly scowled. This continued on for three more people before he deemed it as enough work. Evidently I now had to tend to the garden, feed the animals, clean the humongous kitchen, polish the cherry wood and wash and refill the bath. All week! Plus eagerly fulfill the needy whims of the sadist in front of me.
"Matty you're a farm boy right? So this shouldn't be too much work for you…" I was used to feeding animals and tending crops and plants but the amount of riding horses and livestock they had was an unreal amount of labor.
"Will there be any help at least?" Why am I even bothering to ask?
"Of course I'll be there to cheer you on!" He laughed loudly to himself then stopped in front of a room.
"These are my bed chambers. You must always knock and wait to be approved before entering ,and wait to be excused before exiting." I have to ask to leave a bit creepy there…
Pale fingers grasped golden handles and pulled open the doors. I surveyed the room instantly. I recognized the silver sheets as the ones Near had purchased yesterday from that peddler. Unlike the rest of the house that had royal purple accenting on everything his room's carpet was midnight blue. His blankets were a yellowish cream color that complemented the silver sheets and the floor nicely. There was a massive dresser next to a spacious wardrobe stocked with fine robes, leather shoes and sandals. The corner was filled with various quivers and bows set up into a beautiful display. This place makes my cottage look equivalent to a home under a bridge.
Mello snapped me from another one of my dramatic gawking scenes by plopping himself loudly on the bed and crossing his arms tightly across his chest. The robe shifted up revealing his knees and lower thighs. I quickly averted my eyes.
"I'll turn around while you get dressed-"
"You're not here as a guest you are here as my slave boy. You got that Matty? I would like to wear my emerald green silk pajamas." I nodded dumbly and scanned the massive wardrobe. It was quite easy to find since all the robes were color coded. I grabbed the green pajamas, turned around and nearly dropped the robes to the floor.
"GAH put some clothes on!" The blonde prince's arms were pointed towards the sky and the robe was pooled at his feet. He was very skinny indeed in a slightly muscled and slightly lithe sort of way.
"Would you hurry up and dress me you incompetent farm boy!" It was then that I realized he had short bridges covering the most private part of his body.
"I'm sorry…" My face flushed red as I slid the shirt down his long arms and let him use my shoulder for balance as he stepped into the pants and I pulled them up. This is so weird! I was already hating my new job inside the Kheel castle. If I had to help him with little things such as these I can't possibly imagine the other menial tasks I'll have to perform for this hotheaded idiotic excuse of a prince.
He stared at the bed innocently for a moment and I clenched my teeth together. I pulled back the covers and he hopped inside happily getting way to much enjoyment out of my probably priceless expression.
"Make sure my orange juice, scones, ham and eggs are ready when I wake up…" Before I could ask him what time he'd awaken he was already fast asleep. I slapped my forehead and left the room.
"Here is the Servant living quarters." It was just a hall near the back of the castle with special doors marked with the gold Kheel family crest. Near pointed to the room across from the one he indicated as mine.
"If you have any further questions at a later time just give a knock." Well that was a polite way to tell me to fuck off until another time. With that Near disappeared into his room. I opened up the door to my new room and sighed. It wasn't nearly as extravagant as the Prince's but it still was nice. I dived onto the bed and tried to erase the depressing thoughts of the sad expressions of my parents from earlier today but that just wasn't going to happen. My hands quickly discarded of my clothes and I climbed into my adequately soft new bed in my birthday suit and focused on more important things like tomorrow.
"When the hell does he wake up for breakfast?"
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