Yes, your highness Chapter One

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A small young girl with messy stringy black hair ran tumbled and twirled through the snow in a ripped muddy white dress, her head tipped back and mouth open. An older man chuckled from afar as she lost her footing and plopped down the snow, making a soft squeak as she landed, a snowflake landing on the tip of her red nose. Smiling, her approached her on his knees. "Hello there", he said, "My name is Lord Trancy. How did you end up here, and who might you be, young lady?" She stood up and shook the snow off, smiling bright as she cheered, "My name's Symphetta! I was catching snow fairies when I saw the pretty, big house, just like in my storybook!" Laughing at her sweet childish ways, he asked her, "Where are your parents, my dear?" She hesitated a bit before answering, "My mama and papa drove me here in a carriage and told me to get off. Then the carriage drove off. But I know they are coming back for me; just you wait, sir!" Shaking his head at the cruelty of some people, he asked, "Would like to stay in the pretty, big house with me until they do?" She gasped and grinned widely, nodding her head excitedly. Taking his small hand in hers, one little girl's world was suddenly a whole lot brighter as they walked off into the distance.
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Snapping out of my daydream, I continued to dust the manor, one of my daily chores. Sighing, I headed off to the room I had saved for last. Lord Trancy's room. He would be in there at this time of day. But it was my last chore before I could do as I pleased until supper time, so I had no choice really. Almost as soon as I knocked, I heard his voice pipe up, "Who is it?" Trying my best to hide my displeasure, I stated, "Me, your highness." He didn't hesitate at all before allowing me to enter. Pushing open the door, butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I saw him sitting behind his large mahogany desk. He was preoccupied with a plate of purple cupcakes with white frosting spiderwebs, not an imperfection among them. Trying my best not to make eye contact, I began dusting has furniture and belongings. Breaking the silence, he called out, "Symphetta?" I paused, not knowing what to expect as I replied, "Yes, your highness?"

"How long have you been here?"

"Nine years, mi'lord."

"And how old were you?"

"Six years old."

"And how old was I?"

"About five, your highness."

"So how old are you now?"

"Fifteen, mi'lord."

He paused, as if he were considering my answers. I finished my dusting and stood in front of him, head bowed. He looked at me and licked white frosting off his fingers sensually, smirking as chills made my body shiver. "If that'll be all, I'd like to be excused. I've finished my chores, master." He nodded, and I turned and began walking away. "Wait," he said. I did as he asked, a bead of sweat running down my brow. What could he want now? I turned to face him once more, not meeting his gaze. "I want to hold a ball sometime next fortnight. Come after supper and help me practice my dancing." Sighing, I didn't know what he could be planning, but I was not supposed to say no to Alois, no matter what he requested. "Yes, your highness."

I spent my time reading in the garden until it was time for Hannah and I to prepare supper. I figured that while we were cooking, I could talk to her about what happened with Alois. Perhaps he had done the same thing to her. I couldn't be the only one he desired. After all, she was much more beautiful and mature than I was. Knocking on the door to the room we shared, I called out, "Hannah, are you in there? It's time for supper!" I could her her shuffling around and knocking things over as she asked, "Who is it?"

"Hannah, it's me. Why is the door locked?"

"Don't come in! Please..."

Ignoring her request, I pulled the small bronze key out of my knee socks and put it into the keyhole, unlocking the door with a quick turn. When the door opened, I saw her kneeling on the ground in the dark, clutching her hand over her right eye. I sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug as she started to cry. After a few moments, she pulled back and stared at the ground. Despite her protests, I pulled her hand off of the right side of her face and gasped as warm sticky red blood poured out of her socket and trickled into my hands. "Come on now, lay down. Let's get you cleaned up."

We prepared supper in silence and brought it out to the grand dining hall with a golden table, large diamond chandelier, and matching gold chairs with red velvet cushions and curved feet. The elegance filled the air and brought shock to the eyes each time you entered. Among the millions of chairs, Alois sat on the end alone, Claude standing protectively beside him, but never sitting. After eating, our young master seemed quite pleased with the meal we had provided him. Of course he was, it was perfect. Hannah and I servants of the Trancy house, after all. He frowned when he saw the bandage on her face, but I placed my hand on her shoulder protectively, making him look away.  We took care of the dishes, neither of us saying a word. "I'm heding off to bed," she declared softly. I nodded, preoccupied in my thoughts as she walked away. But suddenly, the click of her heels stopped abruptly. "Symphetta?" I looked up at her, puzzled, and asked, "Yes, Hannah?" She replied before returning on her way, "Thank you."

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"Its no problem, my lord," I assured Alois as he took my hand. Claude began to play a march on his piano, and the dance began. Swirling and spinning, the pace of the music grew faster as we danced. As the intensity of the tune increased, I tripped over his foot and lost my balance, letting out a small shriek as I fell to the ground on top of him. Before I knew hit, he pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth. In a state of panic, I pushed him away, lashing out with my hand. I felt my fingernails hook inside his cheek and tear skin as I pulled away. When I opened my eyes, he sat on the ground, three large scratches on his cheek dripping blood. My heart began to race. Not only had I denied his advances, I'd injured him as well. He surely would punish me horribly, worse than he did Hannah. I had to think of something, and fast. Swallowing my fear and pride, I layed my body on top of his and kissed him gently, not pulling away as he wrapped his arms around me. When we paused for air, he ordered, "Claude, leave us. And tell the others I'm not to be disturbed until morning." He nodded and replied, "Yes, your highness."

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