Page 2 of Daddy King

“Haveyouseen yourself? He’d fall in love with you in a heartbeat.” I smooth down the up-do of her hair, it’s a style with knots and twists of a strikingly complicated hairstyle.

I’m Helena’s personal maid with a background in every aspect of beauty as her style is always changing. I’m a jack of all trades and master of none, I know the basics but if she asks me to do anything more difficult than a fish braid then I have to study with ten different sources.

“Are you sure your majesties are okay with me doing this?” I hesitantly look up from the ground.

Helena smacks her glossy lips and tips her chin up in the mirror beside me, I steer my eyes towards the reflection with the both of us as we are the only ones in this massive room. She doesn’t allow anyone in here, she has confidence in me to help her because all the other servants have conservative views on how she should dress to meet her fiancé.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” she said, extending her hand over to my shoulder to run those long fingers into my curls.

My pale skin stands out from the black strands, my eyes are a shade of light blue. Pictures of my mom show her eyes to be a beautiful hue of brown with her black hair, my blue eyes can only come from my dad’s side.

From what I can gather about this ball is that it will only be the princesses and princes, with the exception that the King of the South and the Queen of the West Kingdom. The ball is designed to find suitors for marriage, the two crowned royalties are the only ones without marital status.

I’m sheltered from the outside world, and Helena has no interest with the other nations so it leaves me knowing little to nothing about the life outside of the walls of the Ennis castle.

Many people speculate that the stunning Queen would marry the ruthless King.

A woman who ruled her kingdom with her wits and brilliance that her armor on the battlefields shine with the blood of her enemies, riding into the front of the fields to protect her soldiers from taking any harm that she can prevent.

A man who fought beasts and faced the god of death with sadism leering in his eyes, tearing down the fortifications to crush his enemy’s throat with his bare hand. Standing in the victory that crowns him the most vicious tyrant of nations, striking fear of a war raging between a single man and innocent kingdoms.

They might cancel each other out and bring peace to the neighboring lands.

On the other hand, it’s a war that no one wants tothinkabout if they hate each other.

I hear the descriptions of those two majesties around the castle, I just thought they were exaggerating. I mean, they painted me a picture of medieval times from their overactive imaginations. Words travel and words get mingled, one little sentence from someone and it gets turned into a stigma around the King and Queen.

Everyone is terrified to meet them.

I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to see a glimpse of the majesties just to save me the punishment forbreathing.

“Come on, we need to sneak out.” Helena clacks her heels on the ground, turning to see her butt jiggle in the thin material of her glittering burgundy gown.

If she stood out too much, then her fiancé might not look at me and that would mean her plan would go down the drain.

“You’re a princess, you can walk out the front door.” I remind her.

Her eyebrows shoot up, “Why are you ruining the fun? You need the excitement to ease your nerves.”

I laugh softly, “Oh, this is for me?”

Helena clicks her tongue, “Maybe I have been planning on a home invasion scenario, there’s no harm in trying it in my own home.”

“The point of home invasion is to invade a home, not break out one.”

She scolds, strolling with eased steps to the door. I struggle to catch up to her in these ridiculously high heels, my short height with heels doesn’t match up to her graceful frame. Lean and lethal, her muscles shift and curve in the lights of the room as her beautifully tanned skin glows healthily.

If I tried to tan, I’d go from tomato red to hash brown gold. I don’t color evenly, I can proudly say that I would rather blend into a slab of drywall than to be burnt under the sun. Aloe Vera can’t soothe my skin as they are more sensitive to pain and I bruise easily, my light skin clings onto any color. Blotchy brown seems to be their favorite.

“Please slow down!” I steady myself with the doorframe, managing to catch myself before I break my ankles.

I am Bambi.

Admiring women in heels as it accentuates their legs and makes their posture longer for a pleasing form is not the same as actually wearing a pair. The fit is perfect, the color of nude matches my skin because Helena had it custom made. I know from the bottom of my heart that this pair of shoes is a jab to my height, the nude color would extend my legs so they would look longer than it does.

I don’t want to catfish her future husband with these fake legs.

Too late now, she had bribed me with the series of books that I have been wanting to read. It is a bribe and a present on my birthday, this girl has everything calculated to the smallest details.

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