As soon as she stepped in and laid eyes on the prince, her heart stopped. That was him. The one the prophecy foretold that she must kill. After all these years, finally, she would kill him and get it over with. But she had to wait for the right moment to strike. She set the tray down and curtsied, which was awkward because she wasn't even wearing a skirt. "I apologize for being late. Here is your breakfast, your highness."
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Nodding towards her, he smiled softly. "It's perfectly fine." Damian tried his best to speak without a stutter and to make sure she could hear him clearly. It was always a problem of his whenever he met someone new, although it was different this time. It felt odd this time. There was almost some sort of connection when he looked at her. Oh well. "I suppose you must be new then?" He asked curiously.
She glanced up at him in surprise. Most royalty dismissed her right after receiving their breakfast, not even thanking her. "Yes, your highness." She nodded, careful to use "your highness" after answering him. Of course, she had gotten used to it after serving all those past Kings and queens.
"Ah I see, well you can't be blamed for being late." Damian said in a sweet voice. Treating servants like real people was something he promised he would do when he was a little boy, he liked to make some conversation with them, even if he was a stuttering mess. "And you may call me D-Damian." Blushing lightly he tried to ignore the fact he had just stuttered.
Rosabel smiled. This had never happened before. All the other royals she had ever served were uncaring about her, and never let her call them by their real name. "Of course, Damien," it was odd feeling coming out of her mouth, and then she looked at him. His face went slightly pink and he seemed a bit nervous. She couldn't see how this shy boy should be someone worthy of killing. "Is there anything else you need?" She asked with a slight grin.
Thinking once more, he looked back at her. "I think your name is all I need for now." This girl intrigued him, and it was not just because of the weird connection he felt between them. She was just interesting to him, there was something about her. He sat back down into his arm chair and looked back at her, his soft smile still resting on his lips.
"Rosabel Bennett," she replied, curtsying once more. "I shall leave you to your breakfast, your highness." She stepped towards the door and paused for a moment. "I mean, Damian." She closed the door softly behind her, her heart pounding. She had imagined this royal she was prophecized to kill to be cold and cruel, but now that she saw what he was like, she didn't think she could bring herself to do it. I have to, she reminded herself. It's my life's purpose.
As she had shut the door Damian couldn't help but blush madly. It was nice to hear someone call him by his name instead of just saying 'Your highness". He looked up to the painted portrait of himself on the wall. Knowing that he was to become King one day scared him, his father always told him he was destined to be king. After standing and staring up at the painting, he sat down once more and began eating his breakfast. His thoughts slowly returning to Rosabel."
Rosabel speed-walked down the corridor and entered the servants quarters. It smelled wonderful in there, like freshly baked bread. She stepped forward to the table in the center of all the beds to find a beautiful, golden brown, steaming loaf with a pitcher of milk beside it. Almost overflowing with happiness, she cut herself a slice and poured herself some milk and downed it all in less than a minute. This had been the best breakfast she had had in months.
After finishing his breakfast Damian dressed himself and exited out of his room. Walking down the corridors he stopped and looked out of one of the many windows facing the castle's rose gardens. If he hadn't anything to do today, that was where he was going to be. Walking past the servants quarters, many servant girls start chatting excitedly as he passed, not noticing his deep blush.
Rosabel glanced out the door and noticed the prince walking by, scowling at the girls giggling over him. Right, she remembered, I need to think up a plan to kill him. He looked too nice to be killed, though. She had always fought with older, eviller people, but now, how was she supposed to kill this shy and kind prince?
Tripping over one of the long carpets that lay down the corridor, he regained his composure and looked away from all of the servant girls who were watching him in awe. Smiling with still embarrassment he looked back one last time and caught eye contact with Rosabal, but then he shook his head smiling and kept walking not wanting to be any more embarrassed.
Rosabel laid down on her cot, exhausted from working late into the night. She decided she would take a short nap before she really had to get to work. But almost as soon as she laid down, someone shouted her name. She looked up at it was Anna, the lead maid. "What are you doing? You've got to clean the prince's room, and the dining hall before you can even think about resting!" Rosabel nodded reluctantly, groaning, and left to clean Damian's room. She entered his room and started sweeping. (sorry I wasn't on yesterday)
Damian walked into the throne quietly and stepped up next to the king, who had been admiring the crown. "This will be yours one day my son, all of this will be yours." He said in a soft tone waving around symbolizing he meant the whole kingdom. The king was a very strict man who loved and made all abide by the rules, but there were the certain times he was a gentle, kind man. "I know father, the day I become king is the day I get everything." Damian said with a almost sad sigh.