The American Queen George Washington. Who’d have thought it would happen? He accepted being King of America. The Union was never created. So there was just The America. The single America; with a king, what would’ve been considered ‘states’ were just divisions of America. The influence in 2009 was terrible. Sadly, I was a maid in the palace on Mount Vernon. The latest king: Albert Warren-Washington. He was about seventy-three years old and had seven kids, ranging from oldest to youngest was; Aidan, Aaron, Bambi, Alaric, Baylee, Anton and Billy. Aidan was about Twenty-Eight and Billy was nine. Now, most of the ‘royal’ family were brats. The girls all ordered me around and the boys used me like a toy. The only one who even slightly respected me was Aidan. And it wasn’t even like he had to. He was next in line to take the throne but he didn’t have to be civil to ‘slaves’. “Kennedy, when you’re done with washing Billy’s clothes, you have to feed the horses, oh and help serve dinner,” The bitter snob of a queen ordered, “Pity your father fell into debt to us, you would’ve made such a pretty bride,” I muttered incoherently, then picked up all of the clothing and went down the hall passing Aidan’s room. I paused then back tracked. I stepped into the room in silence. Aidan was lying in bed. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes searched his features. His entire body was muscular. He had dark black hair and green eyes that were shut and sleeping peacefully. His blinds were drawn and his clothes were scattered on the floor. I picked up his clothing. I might as well do his laundry too. My eyes wandered to him again. He rolled over in the bed and grumbled something with my name included. I perked, the feeling of a slight flutter, like butterflies inside me, twisted my stomach. Slyly, I decided to be evil, and opened the blinds, letting the sunlight shine in. He rolled over to hide his face; ending up on the floor. I bit my lip to sustain a laugh. “Morning Klutz” I joked while cleaning. “Kennedy,” His voice rang. “Why do you insist on torturing me?” He walked over to his dresser drawer and withdrew pants, then put them on “Torture? How can I possibly be doing that?” I looked up at him. “I don’t recall torturing you.” “Kennedy is a strange first name.” He changed the topic. “But you whine it out loud while you sleep.” I could see the uneasy, nervous look on his face, “And Aidan is an awkward name.” I merely responded “So what? I say plenty of things in my sleep.” He walked over to me and played with my blonde and brown curly hair. “And I like my name, its unique, just like yours,” He whispered against my ear. I tensed up at the touch of his lips against my ear. “And I know my place Prince,” I whispered shakily, making sure to exaggerate the last word. I bowed my head then withdrew from the room. I took a deep breath when I got into the hall. My chest was pounding with peculiar excitement. I fought with myself about the choice I made, I was jealous of the girl who got him. --- I helped the cook make dinner that night. When dinner finally came, we set the food up nicely on platters. All of the servants delivered the food to each person. I walked up behind Aidan and served him. Before I could get to the kitchen, Aidan grabbed my arm and forced me into the seat next to him. I looked so out of place. Everyone else looked amazing. My outfit was pretty ridiculous looking; a black and white maids outfit. “I have an announcement,” Aidan spoke slowly, he looked around. “I’ve picked my queen. I don’t care what you think of this mother, father. I chose from emotions. Not from blood.” He pushed the chair away and got on his knee, now gripping my hand. I really wasn’t sure what to think. “Kennedy Abigail Callaghan,” He said my full name. “Um, still scared from earlier but, will you possibly reconsider, and become my princess?” He whispered softly. I didn’t know what to say, I was frozen, but the word came out; “Y…y…yes.” He stood up, quickly grabbed my hands. He moved immediately up and pressed his lips against mine. No hesitations. His parents were furious, and arguing about ‘us’.
George Washington. Who’d have thought it would happen? He accepted being King of America. The Union was never created. So there was just The America. The single America; with a king, what would’ve been considered ‘states’ were just divisions of America. The influence in 2009 was terrible.
Sadly, I was a maid in the palace on Mount Vernon. The latest king: Albert Warren-Washington. He was about seventy-three years old and had seven kids, ranging from oldest to youngest was; Aidan, Aaron, Bambi, Alaric, Baylee, Anton and Billy. Aidan was about Twenty-Eight and Billy was nine.
Now, most of the ‘royal’ family were brats. The girls all ordered me around and the boys used me like a toy. The only one who even slightly respected me was Aidan. And it wasn’t even like he had to. He was next in line to take the throne but he didn’t have to be civil to ‘slaves’.
“Kennedy, when you’re done with washing Billy’s clothes, you have to feed the horses, oh and help serve dinner,” The bitter snob of a queen ordered, “Pity your father fell into debt to us, you would’ve made such a pretty bride,”
I muttered incoherently, then picked up all of the clothing and went down the hall passing Aidan’s room. I paused then back tracked. I stepped into the room in silence. Aidan was lying in bed. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes searched his features. His entire body was muscular. He had dark black hair and green eyes that were shut and sleeping peacefully.
His blinds were drawn and his clothes were scattered on the floor. I picked up his clothing. I might as well do his laundry too. My eyes wandered to him again. He rolled over in the bed and grumbled something with my name included. I perked, the feeling of a slight flutter, like butterflies inside me, twisted my stomach. Slyly, I decided to be evil, and opened the blinds, letting the sunlight shine in.
He rolled over to hide his face; ending up on the floor. I bit my lip to sustain a laugh.
“Morning Klutz” I joked while cleaning.
“Kennedy,” His voice rang. “Why do you insist on torturing me?” He walked over to his dresser drawer and withdrew pants, then put them on
“Torture? How can I possibly be doing that?” I looked up at him. “I don’t recall torturing you.”
“Kennedy is a strange first name.” He changed the topic.
“But you whine it out loud while you sleep.” I could see the uneasy, nervous look on his face, “And Aidan is an awkward name.” I merely responded
“So what? I say plenty of things in my sleep.” He walked over to me and played with my blonde and brown curly hair. “And I like my name, its unique, just like yours,” He whispered against my ear. I tensed up at the touch of his lips against my ear.
“And I know my place Prince,” I whispered shakily, making sure to exaggerate the last word. I bowed my head then withdrew from the room.
I took a deep breath when I got into the hall. My chest was pounding with peculiar excitement. I fought with myself about the choice I made, I was jealous of the girl who got him.
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I helped the cook make dinner that night. When dinner finally came, we set the food up nicely on platters. All of the servants delivered the food to each person. I walked up behind Aidan and served him.
Before I could get to the kitchen, Aidan grabbed my arm and forced me into the seat next to him. I looked so out of place. Everyone else looked amazing. My outfit was pretty ridiculous looking; a black and white maids outfit.
“I have an announcement,” Aidan spoke slowly, he looked around. “I’ve picked my queen. I don’t care what you think of this mother, father. I chose from emotions. Not from blood.” He pushed the chair away and got on his knee, now gripping my hand.
I really wasn’t sure what to think.
“Kennedy Abigail Callaghan,” He said my full name. “Um, still scared from earlier but, will you possibly reconsider, and become my princess?” He whispered softly.
I didn’t know what to say, I was frozen, but the word came out; “Y…y…yes.”
He stood up, quickly grabbed my hands. He moved immediately up and pressed his lips against mine. No hesitations. His parents were furious, and arguing about ‘us’.