Page 9 of Maid for the Alien Prince

“They knew I was an heir all along?” I’d asked. “For how long?”

“They’ve known since you were born.”

That was a bitter pill to swallow but one I didn’t doubt was true.

“I told you,” Ges said with a self-satisfied smile. “The palace is yours.”

“What difference does it make?” I said, fingering the test results in my hands. “They will deny it. What makes you think they will give it to me?”

“Because we’ll force them to,” Ges said.

He told me his plan. He would break into the palace’s royal archives and steal the relevant documents I needed to prove my inheritance and take my place.

“And when you announce who you truly are and the royal family refuses to even listen to you—and trust me, they will deny it—we will come out with the evidence. If they continue to deny it, public interest will ensure you take your rightful place.”

“What makes you think the people care?”

“They don’t. But they are angry. They hate the royal family. They hate their extravagant lifestyles while they struggle in squalor. You can become their poster child. You take your rightful place and show them what you really think of the royal family.”

It had a certain attractive quality to it, and with nothing to lose, we instigated his plan. I announced who I was across the media outlets that published the story.

At first, the royal family didn’t respond. I thought our plan was doomed before it’d even begun, when a notice was published by the royal PR department.

By reacting to it, they unintentionally validated my claims. And suddenly, we were off to the races.

The royal family did everything in their power to stop me from taking what was rightfully mine, but eventually, they relented.

“If there’s one thing the royal family hates more than secret liaisons and defectors to the working classes, it’s having to wash their laundry in public,” Ges said. “Better to let you have a palace than risk an uprising.”

I moved into the palace with my few possessions, and it was where I had been ever since.

Part of the agreement was that all antiques and artifacts would remain on the premises. They were not to be sold, burned, or damaged in any way. So far as I was concerned, it was my property, and I could do what I wished with it.

I dipped my finger in my glass of red wine and drew a smiley face across the priceless portrait of my most-distant ancestor.

Like all Ulsen, he bore the twin horns and the powerful musculature of our warrior ancestry. His eyes blazed golden, forbidding and entrancing even in its painted form. The same eyes alighted every portrait along the hall. The same eyes that bled from beneath my own scowling brow.

Initially, I had seen no similarities between myself and my ancestors, but the longer I was resident in the palace, the harsher my brow grew, the more demanding my glares, and the more twisted my cynicism, until eventually, I became like one of the bastards of my illustrious ancestry.

A female Ulsen squealed, giggling as Ges tickled her stomach. She lay across his lap, barely contained within her skimpy dress.

Ges grabbed her by the throat, yanked her toward him, and pressed his lips against hers. She responded in kind, burying her tongue down his throat.

He reached down and seized her crotch, before slipping her underwear to one side and unceremoniously sliding a finger inside her.

She groaned—not entirely with pleasure—and reached down to remove his hand from her, but he was having none of it. He routed around as if looking for buried treasure.

The female had the good sense to let him do whatever he wanted with her. It was what was going to happen later tonight anyway. She might as well get used to that fact.

Ges leaned back, howling with joy, as the female placed a hand to her lips and found not just her smudged lipstick but a little blood from where he had drawn it from her during their passionate embrace.

“Now that’s what I call a kiss!” Ges said.

The female got to her feet. Ges smacked her ass hard, making her flinch. Her eyes shot up to mine before quickly looking away.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I have to… use the restroom.”

She took off like a shot.

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