Prologue

We are at times where there are only three types of people. The Royals, the rich, and the peasants. If you weren’t lucky enough to be born of rich descent you were a peasant and some peasants became slaves. I Delilah Faye, was born a slave in the kingdom of Boheme. My mother, Jane Wisteria wasn’t always a peasant, she lost all her riches in a fire and without proof of her being rich, she was forced into a peasant life where she met my father, John Faye.

Chapter 1: The Prince

“ Servant girl!” My master, Octavius shouts. “ Servant girl where are my letters of the king! “

“Right here, sir!”, I bring him the letters where he then snatched them from my dirty hands.

“Now, go clean something, “ he states not looking up from the letters. I leave and go to the kitchen where my mother was washing dishes and looking outside a window.

“ Good evening, mother. “ I shyly said.

“ Good evening, Darling. Did master hurt you?”

“ No mother, “ I smile, but quickly fades looking at the bruises my mother had.

“ Good. “And goes back cleaning the dishes then gazing out the window.

“ Mother, have you ever thought about running away? “

“ Oh I have a bunch of times but I always thought about getting caught and my punishment. Punishments here are very severe, Delilah."

I nodded my head and walked away.

I walked outside to where I saw my father, John Faye. “ Good evening father. “

“ Good evening Delilah.” My father spoke. “ is your mother in there? “ he questioned.

“ Yes, she is.”

“ Good, I was wondering where she was she has seemed quite depressed lately. “ father gazed out in despair familiar like mothers. “, Well I must go back to work or our master shall be furious with me.” And with that, I walked back into the house with the sun setting in marvelous colors thinking how beautiful it is outside, then enter the house shutting the door. 

   I head back to the room where Sir Octavius was, and he was fast asleep. I snuck towards him reaching for the letters that had fallen out his hand onto the floor. Quickly picked up the papers and read through the letter quickly. ' To those that have been questioning of the King's absence, he is unfortunately ill and shall not be recovering soon. We shall all hope for the best and pray that our King shall love a longer healthy life.' I gasp, the Kings ill. That means Prince Eric will become king soon. Delilah thought of the Prince.

   Delilah is summoned by Prince Eric to deliver him some breakfast. “ Here is your breakfast, sir” I stated, Prince Eric, face turned red with anger, then slapped me. “ You shall address me as my liege or majesty! You shan’t call me sir!” I sat on the floor sobbing from the sting of the slap. Staring at the split breakfast on the floor. “And clean this mess up, you peasant! he said as he stormed off”

   That spoiled prince Delilah thought. If he becomes king he will make this country worse than what it will already be. Delilah thought for a moment then decided to head to bed.