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Another royal event, the third one this week. It wasn't very amusing watching the upper class splurge on gran feasts and gallons of Ale, knowing that the commoners, like every servant here worKing so their families don't starve in the village. It's why I took this job in the palace,  I was eighteen now, old enough to marry but with no suitors, I took a job so I could send money back to my family but it was almost never enough.
I sighed as I held the silver picture of wine, looKing into the glasses of the royal table in front of me, waiting for instruction. The Queen was the most greedy when it came to wine, almost always having a refilled glass on the hour every hour, while the King sat as unamused as I was by the festivities, barely touching his goblet of ale and his glass of wine. Probably just as unamused as I was. 
I shifted from one leg to another, getting restless with the standing around, though the short bursts of walKing the three steps to the Queen's glass was helping, just not enough.
	"Girl" the King called over his shoulder, annoyed. 
	"Yes, your Highness?" I asked, noting how his cup was still full. I slowly approached, standing just an arm lengths away to the right of his chair. 
	"Stop moping about and shifting tirelessly, I can hear you from here" He grumbled, clearly annoyed, he did not spare me but just a glance as I bowed my head.
	"My apologies, your Majesty" I slowly began bacKing away when his hand shot up.
	"I did not dismiss you, girl" HE called over his shoulder once more, gesturing with his fingers to come back. I hurriedly stepped back forward and he pointed down, next to his chair, I silently asked for me to kneel. I reluctantly obliged, pulling my too small skirt up above my knees to relieve the tension on the fabric as I lowered myself to my knees, picture still in one hand. 
I could see the King's gaze as he shamelessly stared at my bare legs, up to my mid thigh I bet my life with a blush as he dragged his eyes from my legs and up my torso. I couldn't help shift so my small chest stuck out a bit more, those sultry eyes kept going until he met my gaze and the panic set in as I looked away. He leaned in close, his hand caressed my jaw, maKing sure I paid close attention to his words as his lips were nearly touching my ear as he spoke softly. 
"I can put you to other work" He cleared his throat, "If you're too bored of my such exquisite parties" His voice was dripping with sarcasm but he didn't let me answer, "You Are to be my new nightly chambermaid" He didn't ask, or demand, he said it as if it was a fact. My eyes widened. 
"When shall I be called upon?" I asked, uncertain of my words, forgetting my formalities. 
"Tonight, after the event" He smirked