Olivia's P.O.V - earlier that day
I went to the door and knocked as hard as I could.
"Breakfast is ready," I said shyly.
He didn't respond, so I assumed he was hungover again and that it would take awhile to wake him up. I creaked the door open slowly. I saw him lying on his king-sized bed with his eyes closed.
"Your highness-"
"I heard you the first time," he cut me off rudely.
We used to be so close and now he was only rude to me. The day we played tag and he fell, I was spoken to by the queen herself. She told me if I was ever to touch her son again, there would be consequences. A rule was even put into place that stated: Any servant that tries in any way to socialize with one of the royalty or any of their guests will be sent to the dungeon and punished accordingly.
And with that our friendship was over.
Being a castle servant, he was the only friend I had. It didn't matter that I was his servant and he was royalty, we were close just the same.
When we stopped being friends, he got excessively snappier and meaner. I didn't understand why.
I trembled as I shut the door to Jordan's room, trying to leave as fast as possible. My bottom lip trembled and I shed a tear. What happened to the caring young Jordan I knew and loved? I thought.
Yes, I did say love. I had the biggest crush on him. I loved him as a kid, and I will probably always love him. The saddest part is, I can never have him. Who would want a lowly servant girl? Certainly not a prince. We were polar opposites. And not just in social class.
Ever since my mom died of disease, I have tried to be as kind to everybody as I could. She gave me two rules to follow the day she died:
Be kind, always and never lose hope. It will get better.
With that and an 'I love you' she was gone forever.
My dad wasn't around much because he was a high-ranking knight and was constantly being sent on missions. He came home as often as he could, though, and always spent as much time as he could with me-which wasn't often.
I was kind-at least I tried to be- but Jordan was incredibly rude. I don't know what it was about him that I liked, but I did nonetheless.
With my parents gone, my only parent figure was the head servant, Merian, but I called her Mary. She was so kind to me after my mother died.
I ran to her every time Jordan snapped at me. She knew how much I liked him, and consoled me whenever he hurt me. She tried to convince me that he wasn't worth it. My brain was convinced, but my heart wasn't.
As I ran down the stairs toward the kitchen where Mary was, I quickly glanced at the spot where he had fallen all those ago. My heart hurt.
I went to Mary and told her what happened as we cleaned the kitchen. Tears were silently streaming down my face. She stopped cleaning when I finished re-telling the incident and brought me into a tight embrace. We stood like that until I heard the queen calling for her tea; something stressed her out, most likely Jordan.
I collected the saucers and cups onto a tray along with a tea kettle with chamomile.
I was headed out of the kitchen and to the dining room when a tall figure stopped me in my tracks, nearly running into me.
He was taller than me-which was remarkable due to the fact that I was quite tall- and very handsome. I looked him up and down quickly and observed him. His t-shirt hugged his chest tightly, defining his chiseled six-pack. His long legs were covered by a pair of tight jeans. He had a pair of combat boots and a leather jacket on. My eyes trailed up to his head. He had a mop of brown, bed-headed hair that made him look lazily handsome. His deep blue eyes glared down at me and his eyebrows furrowed. His lips puckered.
My knees turned to jelly and it took all the strength I had just to stand up straight and not drop the tray.
"Watch where you're going," he said, clearly upset that we had almost collided.
"My sincerest apologies, sir. I will be more aware of my surroundings next time," I said, trying to keep the shaking out of my voice to no avail.
He stormed off and I regained my composure.
I took the tray into the dining room where the queen was fuming. I set it down in front of her and poured a glass of the tea. She greedily drank it up and sighed.
"Thank you, you're dismissed,"she said to me. I took her cue and left.
I went back to the kitchen to Mary and told her about my recent encounter with the prince. She sighed and told me the same warning about him that she always did.
It always went a little something like this: "you're such a sweet, young, innocent girl. He's a mean, moody, player of a teenager-don't tell anyone I said that. You can do so much better sweetie!" She would then offer Ethan, the only other servant below thirty, as an example and continue praising me and bad-mouthing Jordan. Ethan's a great guy, but I couldn't get my mind off of my childhood friend.
It was hopeless, I wasn't going to be over him anytime soon, possibly ever.
I sighed and went to the rooms to clean up and make the beds. The first room on my list to clean: Jordan's.
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Note:the actor is a possible character for Jordan.