Otherworldy Magic Chapter 2

                I sighed heavily as I looked in the mirror. My white-blonde hair fell flat around my face. The rest of the washroom was visible in the mirror since it wasn’t very big. There was a toilet in the corner and a pool for washing in the middle. The pool is about the size of a queen sized bed and always had hot water running through it. The mirror takes up one wall and has a sink and counter in front of it. On the wall to the left of the washroom was a door leading to my bedroom.

I quickly pulled my hair into three braids; after all, no one can see the princess looking less than perfect. I washed my face and pulled on my dress as I thought about the day ahead of me. Archery lessons, etiquette, languages then politics; in other words, boredom. The only class I enjoy is archery, thankfully I can skip etiquette because two blacksmiths are coming to deliver Daddy’s sword so he’ll want to show off. I just hope one of the blacksmiths is really handsome.

            I stepped out onto my balcony and looked down when a knight noticed me. He flipped his curly blonde hair and yelled up to me. “My fair maiden, from what light does yonder window break?”

            I mentally slapped my forehead.  “Quit quoting Shakespeare!” then I turned around and left as he was shouting another quote of Shakespeare’s but from Twelfth Night instead. My bedroom has a black, silk bed in the middle of it and the walls are purple. The average dressers were placed on the wall. I left my bed messy and walked down the stairs to the kitchen so I could eat some breakfast.

            Man, I really need a maid . . .  I thought to myself as I ate my bread.

            Archery lessons finished not long after to make time for the delivery. I posed at the top of the stairs and waited for the blacksmiths. Two people made their way into the room and dropped to one knee as Daddy and I trudged down the steps. I let out a brief yawn as the elderly one apologized for disturbing us. I took a closer look at the blacksmiths. The elder one could be about fifty years old. He had grey hair pulled into a ponytail and a scraggly beard to match. There was a scar on his left eye and a burn on his right arm. I’ll remember to ask him about it.

            The second blacksmith interested me. He couldn’t have been more than thirteen years of age and had purple – grey eyes like mine. I did a once over and noticed black and orange hair and . . . is that?  OhmyGod he has breasts! I could feel my eye twitch as I tried to recover from this shocking blow.

            Aren’t blacksmiths boys? I thought. He ― or rather she ― stood up to leave as Daddy dismissed them. She even has a magical energy coming from her too. I cocked my head to one side and started re-examining her. I looked up at the back of her head and as if she sensed something, she turned her head and caught me staring at her. I blushed guiltily and stormed away after the doors shut.

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            The next two days my thoughts had been filled with her. It’s not like I love her, she just intrigued me. Then on the third day, as I was making my bed, I realised that I still need to find a replacement maid. Ella, the former maid, recently was married and decided to open her own floral shop so she left. I found Daddy and persuaded him to send a butler at once for the blacksmith girl.

            She quickly arrived in black overalls and a purple and black long-sleeved belly shirt. Her hair was messy and had ash on her face too. Luckily for her, the interview wouldn’t be so hard.

“Your interview begins now.” I said, “Now put this on and clean up. She’ll help you.” I pointed to Ella. She had taken the day off to help with blacksmith girl’s possible training. They walked behind the screen as I started shooting off questions.

            “What’s your name?” I asked.

            “Amaya” she replied.

            “Now it’s ‘maid’. So what will you be calling me?”

            “Girl”

            My eye twitched slightly. “Wrong. You’ll call me Princess or Miss and possibly even Master.”

            “I’ll stick with Miss, thanks.”

            “Fine then. How old are you?”

            “Fifteen in two months. May sixteenth.”

            She even has the same birthday as me, I thought. “Last question. Can you carry a tray?”

            “Umm, yes?” She stepped out from behind the screen and looked at me. A small bonnet was tied to her head, her hanging out both the front and the back. The dress itself had a large, white collar with a black bow underneath it. A white apron was worn over the black dress with frills at the bottom. Another apron with two large pockets, black ribbons tied to each, was tied around her waist. As for her legs, she wore black and white striped leggings and shiny black flats.  She also wore white gloves on her arms with the sleeves of the dress ending a few centimetres before them.

            “OhmyGod, you’re the same size too!” I freaked out.

            “What?”

            “Never mind, do a little dance.” I ordered. She spun around a couple times and actually managed to look cute. “Ella will debrief you on your duties. You will have one hour after you’re debriefed to visit your former home to pick up your things and say goodbye. You’ll be staying in the room beside mine from now on. Congratulations.” I shot her a smile and wink, and then left hoping that shook her up.

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