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Tyler sat in her home, and had just gotten out of the shower, her silver hair damp from the water. Sighing, she dried off and pulled on a skirt and a blue vest before pulling he hair up into a bun. Her mother said it was against the rules for girls who did not belong to anyone to have their hair length out all of the way. She understood this rule and sat on the couch, taking a sip of water from a cup and raised an eyebrow as there was a knock at her families door.

Placing her cup down she stood and opened the door, seeing a soilder from the King's castle standing there. "Oh! Please come in good sir." She said smiling and ushered him inside. Once in she offered him a glass of water as her parents came into the room and sat in their respective seating. "What do we owe the pleasure of you coming all the way out here good sir?" Her mother asked calmly, her black hair pulled into a ponytail for better working.

The soilder shook his head and denied the water. "No thank you. I won't be long. Your daughter has been selected out of five girls of this village to be the Prince's new maid. We need her to come back with me to the castle at once. Tyler blinked, at a loss for words. She never recieved any kind of heads up about this or announcement. Surely there was some mistake. Couldn't the prince just pay for some rich high-class maid? She sighed and stood. "I'll go. Lead the way out and thank you for coming." She said and followed the soilder out before hugging her mother and father and got on his horse as they rode towards the castle.

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Time again for the awsomeness of the new siggiehhhhh x3

Cheese - TOGETHER WE'RE--
Blue - Dont say it!
Cheese - Weeeee're
Blue - I said don't!
Mrs.Foster - Blue Cheese?

*ta tap tap!*

((Alright, modification of Derik. XD Medieval right? So I guess no lightbulbs. >.<))

Derek paced through the empty rooms of the great stone castle, his mind in turmoil. His heart feeling a yawning chasm of emptiness welling up deep inside. He knew so much, and yet he knew so little. He was an elite, he had it all. A prince with vast wealth due to his royal lineage wielding vast political power. He had the ruthless logic required to strategize and plan to succeed in any battle. He could mesmerize people with the sheer strength of his personality. Over the years, he had gained superior intelligence and strength greater than most men. He was a master at a variety of skills and could perform various tasks. But despite all the money, all the political clout, all of who he was, all of it felt like nothing. No matter what he did, there was always something missing.

He paused in front of the looking glass that adorned the wall of his chamber, stared at the reflection before him as though it could give him the answers he sought. But all he saw was what he had always seen: a tall man, broad of chest, and long of limb. His hair, tied back, fell past his shoulders long and straight. His eyes a shade of brown that matched his hair. With a sigh, he continued walking, in a foul mood wishing he could hassle with another maid his parents obtained for him. It had become a sort of game. His parents would always send five maids in an attempt to lighten his mood. He would give them a multitude of tasks to complete. They usually never met his expectations and none had ever succeeded in all tasks, choosing mainly to flee the room in tears whenever he lost his temper over their mistakes. Today was when his parents would summon the next group of maids.

Sighing, he continued to walk slowly through the great stone castle that was his domain. He paused in the great hall to stare up at the paintings of his parents. His mother was as fair as his father was dark. She was a pale, slender creature with light brown hair and eyes as blue as the water of the sea. His father was a manifestation of darkness itself: dark of skin, hair, and eyes. Dark of soul, some villagers said but never aloud or in the presence of guards and soldiers. The people of the village had called him the Shadow Lord of Nodems. Derek left the castle and wandered through the quiet garden outside, bedeviled by questions for which he had no answers. Why did he feel such emptiness? What was missing in his life? And where could he find it?

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Tyler sighed as she was brought past the prince himself. The soilder stopped, not looking towards the prince. "Your Highness, Your presence is requested in the throne room yet again for your maid selection." He announced, as it this hahd happened a thousand times before. As he watched the prince soon nod towards him he gestured towards the castle as four more soilders with four more girls strode with the prince following them.

As they waited, the five girls stood in a straight line. They awaited the prince's eyes. His mother, Sarah smiled towards him. "Well Derek? Which one will you pick for your maid?" She asked, wondering. Her son was always very hard to read - though something of the young woman with the oddly colored hair had peaked her interest. Everyone had something she'd seen before - a crush on the prince. Though, the youngwoman with the silver hair didn't give off the undying affection the others had. She understood she was here to do a job and nothing more. That might just throw Derek off his high horse, and that would be a sight to see.

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Time again for the awsomeness of the new siggiehhhhh x3

Cheese - TOGETHER WE'RE--
Blue - Dont say it!
Cheese - Weeeee're
Blue - I said don't!
Mrs.Foster - Blue Cheese?

*ta tap tap!*

Derek casted a cursory glance at each of the five potential maids. He sighed as he caught sight of the first four pairs of eyes. They were filled with adoration, crushes, nothing more. He could take any one of them without a single resistance. They were nothing and wouldn't last. Walking past them without another glance, he paused as he met the eyes of the fifth girl. Time seemed to stand still. Everything tunneled until he was focused wholly on her eyes. Enormous, tilted like a cat's, silver with dark orbs. They were unusual and mesmerizing. And at this moment defiant. That surprised him. Most women immediately threw themselves at his feet, but he could tell this girl would not. She seemed familiar, too familiar. He knew her and yet he didn't. Her eyes tugged at him pulling him nearer, tantalizing him, calling something deep within his soul. He saw her clearly. She wore a simple skirt with a blue vest. Her hair, as bright as the moon on a dark starry night, held up in a bun, glistening in the firelight like a river of molten silver. He had to have her, he would have her. "This lovely young lady shall be my new maid."

((Sorry it's so short >.<))

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The other four girls sighed in dissapointment as he brushed them off altogether. Tyler saw the way he was looking ather. What did he want? Well yeah, that was a stupid question, she knew what he wanted - another maid. She watched as he stared into her eyes. She wasn't going to just tell him flat out fine she was going to do it, she didn't want to. She looked at him defiantly, as if telling him that she wasn't going to go easier like the last girl. Apparently he was not only surprised by this, but intrigued aswell.

"This lovely young lady shall be my new maid."

Lovely. No. She sighed and nodded. The other girls groaned and glared as they were escorted away, being of no use anymore. His mother gave a light laugh towards her son. "I had a feeling you were going to choose her Derek." She spoke so casually and looked to her husband. "Don't you think she's a bit of a change up from the usual bunch we get Darling?"

Tyler waited until they were done talking to be escorted towards his room. She stopped outside of his door, refusing to go inside. "I'm not allowed in your personal room, Prince..ah..Your Highness.." It was obvioius she was new to this and would mess up, and maybe end up like everyone else. The older maids watched in sorrow, feeling sorry for the poor girl when she messed up and got chased out by Priknce Derek's temper.

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Time again for the awsomeness of the new siggiehhhhh x3

Cheese - TOGETHER WE'RE--
Blue - Dont say it!
Cheese - Weeeee're
Blue - I said don't!
Mrs.Foster - Blue Cheese?

*ta tap tap!*

Derek shrugged off his mother's comment but knew she was right, there was something about the girl that drew him. She was definitely not like the rest. He believed she just might be able to meet his expectations. He wasn't sure why he had this feeling or confidently provide a reason for it but he trusted it none the less. When she paused in front of his room, refusing to enter, he gave a small chuckle. So the girl was new to being a maid? Or was she simply nervous? "Of course you are if you are to be my maid." he replied grasping Tyler's shoulders to spin her back and face him. His eyes narrowed as he lowered his head towards her. "And it's 'My lord' when you speak to me." he whispered before pulling back and releasing her.

"Can you cook?" he asked. "That will be one of your chores on the morrow. But let us see what meal you can prepare today." Derek grasped her hand. "Come along, this way." He walked slowly towards the kitchen, giving his new maid the opportunity to memorize and learn the shape and feel of the cold stones. In the kitchen, he took her hand and guided her to the pantry which stored the food and to the hearth where to cook the meal, showed her where the cooking pots were, the shelves that held the pewter plates and cups and bowls, the drawers that held the utensils and the linen for the table. Taking her through a back door to the outside, he guided her hand to the well from which she could obtain water. Then moved on back inside to one corner of the room that held a pile of wood, stacked high upon each other nearly reaching his waist. There was a window to the side which led to a view of the outside garden, on the window sill was the flint from which she could start a fire. "Now is there anything you need before you start?" he asked.

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Tyler nodded slowly as she was told in the way to adress him. "Of course my lord." She replied and nodded as he asked her if she could cook. "Yes...Why?" She soon found out why, because she'd be cooking today. "Ah..I don't have to wear anything to cook in?" she asked, not really wanting to get her clothes from home dirty, though they were precious to her, they probrably looked like rags compared to his clothes. She took note of where everything was that she would need to cook. Did he have anything specific that he wanted? "Is there something specific that you request for tonight..?" She asked before adding to her question. "Ah...Forgive me. 'My lord.' Would you prefer something specific for tonights meal?" She corrected.

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Time again for the awsomeness of the new siggiehhhhh x3

Cheese - TOGETHER WE'RE--
Blue - Dont say it!
Cheese - Weeeee're
Blue - I said don't!
Mrs.Foster - Blue Cheese?

*ta tap tap!*

"So you have heard?" he muttered to himself before looking at Tyler. His gaze bore into hers. "Yes, you will have a uniform but you will not be required to wear it today. This is your test after all, you have not secured your place as my maid quite yet." Derek sauntered over to a nearby seat beside a table at one end of the room. A white cloth was drapped over the chair. Reaching out with his right hand, he grasped the piece of fabric. "However, we do have this apron you can use to cook with if you need it." he fingered the material in his hands before tossing it away from him to the girl, as if it disgusted him. Derek narrowed his eyes at the girl's mistake, but reeled in his temper. It wouldn't do to scare off the new maid so quickly. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked back to the door. "Ah, yes. A pot of porridge, half a dozen boiled eggs, and a pot of tea. Can you handle that?" He briefly glanced back at her before turning to the exit. "Call me when the meal is ready. I shall be waiting in my room." Pushing open the door, he left the kitchen.

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Tyler nodded and then fully understood, catching the apron that he threw towards her with ease. "Thank you.." She muttered out and noted down his order mentally. Could she handle that? She laughed slightly. "Easy. Sounds like something my family would eat for breakfast." She said grinning and started cooking almost immediately after he got out of the kitchen. She tied the apron around her and gathered the materials she needed before going to the well and grabbing the water and pouring into a pot and adding the ingredients. She placed logs under the bot and began cooking it, along with the six boiled eggs that he had requested. Looking, she took a kettle and placed it over a smaller fire and placed the water into it and placed the tea leaves needed into the cup and moved around the kitchen as if it was nothing to her.

About ten minutes later, a knock came at his door. After waiting a moment she opened it with one and, and entered, holding the tray of his requested breakfast in her other hand. "Alright. Half a dozen boiled eggs, a bowl of porridge, and a pot of tea." She announced before placing it delicately on his side table, not wanting to put the hot tray on his bed. "Hope it meets your liking." She grinned and walked through the side door to her room and sat on the bed.

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Time again for the awsomeness of the new siggiehhhhh x3

Cheese - TOGETHER WE'RE--
Blue - Dont say it!
Cheese - Weeeee're
Blue - I said don't!
Mrs.Foster - Blue Cheese?

*ta tap tap!*

Derek glanced at the tray and the prepared meal before narrowing his eyes into a glare towards the direction his maid had left. Grasping the tray, he stormed into her room. The door slammed opened as he growled at her. "What did you think you were doing?" He said slowly, angrily throwing the tray towards her narrowly missing her head as it flew above her and hit the back wall, spilling it's contents all across the floor. As quick as lightning he was suddenly in front of her and pinning her against the bed, his face a few inches above hers. He could smell her scent which called out to him but it was lost in his rage. "I never said that you could enter my chambers, you must wait for my permission when I am present in the room! What if I was doing something important?!" He stood and grabbed her wrist pulling her up with him. "I gave you the order to call me when you had finished my meal not to bring the meal to me. I also never gave you permission to be dismissed. Did you think that a simple meal like that was truly what I ate?" He snarled before slapping her, releasing his grip on her as she fell to the floor. There was no sympathy in his eyes. He was lost in his anger as he glanced around at the mess in the room. "All you proved was that you can cook. You're no where near done. Clean this up." He gestured around at the spilled contents on the tray. "And when you're done," he tossed a scroll of parchment which landed at her feet. "Here is the true meal, which is normally prepared. Cook it." Without a second glance at Tyler, he turned and slammed the door behind him.

((Sorry...Good luck with this task. >.<))

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