Chapter 3

  

  "Here we are, my Queen, this is your room," She said as I scanned around the dreamy room; what the heck will I be doing with such a large room, the bed was just so large that it could contain four persons and the bedstand was just so exquisite.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I turned around to meet my reflection in a very large clear mirror with lots of creams and stuff on the table. I was just so lost. If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up till eternity!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I am sure my Queen loves her room," she said as I turned to meet her smiling, staring at the ground. I totally forgot that I needed to act civilized in order not to be seen as low-class.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Yes, indeed, I love it; it actually caught my fancy," I said, sitting by the mirror, trying to act normal as if I was used to fancy things.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I am glad you love it, my queen. I personally designed it for you," she said with a blush, obviously proud of herself. "I am sure you would love to know what I will do for you as your personal maid…" She said as I stood up, walking to and fro in the room, staring at it in disbelief.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Yes, please tell me," I said as I turned to her.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I am here to serve you and you alone, always at your beck and call, prepare and serve your meal except the king calls for a family meal or something; I will bathe you and lead you to wherever you want to go… In general, I will be taking care of you, my Queen," she said in a bow.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You will bathe me!" I said in shock as she slightly raised her head.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I hope my Queen doesn't have a problem with me bathing her?" She asked as I cleared my throat.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Definitely not. I am fine with it." 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Wait… She didn't just say that she would bathe me. I mean, she will regularly see my nakedness!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  What's wrong with the rich? Why will I have my hands and watch someone else bathe me just because I am a Queen? Allegedly.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "My Queen, I would like to take off your outer clothes and bathe you; I am sure you are stressed out from the long journey. I would also love to give you a good massage to make you feel relaxed," she said, gently walking over to me.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "What dress will I change into? I came here with nothing".

  

  

  

  "The King got you clothes and shoes of different sizes, so you do not have a problem," she said, opening the closet as my eyes nearly fell out of its socket in awe.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  What in God's name will I do with all of that? They were much for one person; if they really are mine, I would love to send some to Seren and Rosamund. They are just so beautiful and expensively made with quality fabrics.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "That was so thoughtful of him then…" I simply said as I freed myself, allowing her to lose my dress.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I sat in front of the mirror after a warm bath and a satisfying massage as the beautiful maid applied different creams to my hair and brushed it smoothly, bringing back the long-lost glow of my bone-straight red hair.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Yeah, I had this beautiful Asian-like hair, even if I am not Asian, but I hated my hair so much, especially the color, but now I know I was wrong! My hair was only lacking proper treatment. It got back its glow and was perfectly straightened.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Although I had lots of breakages because… you don't expect a half-dead person to take care of her hair!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Still, no matter how good she tried to pimp my hair, it wasn't still looking as beautiful as hers.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror as she looked so keen on applying lotion to my freckled skin, she was so careful applying the lotion, and I loved her devotion as a maid.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Are you from this kingdom?"  I found myself asking as I stared at her reflection in the mirror. I could see that she smiled slightly, and I wondered why.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "No, my Queen, I am from Bemuga, the next kingdom," she said as she dropped the brush on the dressing table "my Queen, I am done with your dressing," she announced as I smiled at the mirror.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You did a great job," I said as I glanced at my boobs which were too obvious. I was not too fond of the fact that all the clothes in the closet were exactly like this, and according to the maid, the king liked such clothes.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Of course, the ladies' man would want to see all of this; he's so disgusting!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Is there nothing I can do to cover up my boobs a little?" I asked as I tried to push the gown up, but it was just so tight to go up; I had never worn this kind of outer dress before.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I am sorry, my Queen, but the King prefers it like this. He would be angry if you wore something not revealing," she said as I sighed and sat back on the dressing chair, glaring at my boobs' reflection, I was just so pissed off.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "I am sorry, my Queen if you don't feel comfortable in the outfit; I wish I could help," she said with a bow. I could see that she felt sad that she couldn't satisfy me, but I didn't blame her. I blame the ladies' man, King Archer, for being such a dirty-minded person.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Never mind, Sage, it's far from your fault. You did your job perfectly well," I said as a knock on the door got my attention as I signaled Sage to open it and check who it was.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The oldest Queen, as I could see by her advanced look came in, and Sage bowed slightly. I was about to bow but remembered I'm a Queen, just like her.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  She walked around the room looking disgusted as she scanned the room. I knew she hated me right from the time I inhaled the first air from the palace.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I already knew there would be many competitions between the other wives and me, and this lady here had started it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Her eyes landed on me as she scanned me from head to toe in disgust which made me almost burst into the real me but remembering that I am not just a regular villager, I had to keep calm and allow her to do whatever she wanted.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Her eyes drifted to Sage, who was still bowing as if she wasn't noticing anything around her.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "What are you still doing standing there?" She barked most disgustingly ever as Sage raised her head up, looking at me in a questioning manner; I could tell she needed permission from me to leave.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Sage, you can go for now. Thanks for your service," I said as the queen scoffed and flipped her hair back in a classy way.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Trying to act all sweet and nice to get everyone to like you?" She said with a smirk as she scanned me from head to toe and back to my face.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I was already getting hurt and disregarded by the looks as I crossed my arms together, giving her a clear view.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "You're not a match to compete with me anyways." 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  She said as I scoffed. Who the hell was competing with anyone when I came here against my wish?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  "Anyways, I am Zinnia, the King's first wife, and his most desired wife; I'd say you should stay in your lane in this castle, don't try too hard to get to the King's bed," she said in a warning tone as I scoffed in disgust, she turned to leave after giving me an evil eye but turned back to me again, "and the King hates red haired ladies, trust me when I say that," she said and left, slamming the door behind her.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I fell back on my huge bouncy bed as memories of my parents and friends returned. Yeah, I was alone, just me and my thoughts.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I couldn't just imagine how fast I lost everything. The king took me away from my parents and still killed them. Why is he so ruthless?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Even if my parents acted badly by using me to pay off their debt, that doesn't make them deserve to die so fast!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  If the king truly hates red-haired girls, then why did he marry me? To punish me or what?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I just hope Rosamund and Seren are fine because the way they jumped down from the window was just too rough and not feminine at all… They might wrink their legs or something worse than that.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I scanned the large room and the expensive stuff in it, all beautiful, but what use is it if I am here for a reason that isn't my choice?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I am here to get married to the ruthless King Archer, ladies' man, and I will have to submit to him whenever and wherever… I am definitely going to be his sex slave.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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