I woke up around noon the next day, grateful for the few extra hours of sleep. I guessed my dad had instructed the servants to let me be after our conversation last night.

As I got dressed, I thought about the kind of servant that my dad would maybe pick out for me. Would it be a boy or a girl? Attractive or fucking hideous? Would they even be the same age as me? God, I hoped so. Honestly, I had never been very fond of servants. I guessed it was because I had pretty much been raised by them because my father had been "too busy" with other things to raise the the right way. I didn't have the relationship I wanted with my dad and I couldn't help but blame the servants. It probably doesn't make sense to you, but to me, everything adds up.

When I was fully dressed and my black and blond hair was styled perfectly, I went downstairs. I walked to the tiny closet-like classroom to begin my lessons, but when I got there, a note was sitting on my desk. It read as follows:

Jack,
We have already found your servant! He should already be here and beginning on his chores by the time you finish your lessons. I have gone to discuss wedding plans with Elizabeth's father and will return in about two months. You're in charge until I get back.
-Dad

I sighed as I read the note. The wedding was getting closer and closer every day, and the closer it got, the more I hated the idea.

My lessons started but my mind was elsewhere. I thought about the wedding and how I would no longer be a teenager once I had said I do. I wondered how Elizabeth felt about the whole thing. Being a sixteen-year-old girl, she couldn't have been particularly fond of the idea of marrying someone of whom she didn't even know, let alone love.

My lessons ended before I knew it. I looked down at the blank piece of paper on my desk and frowned. The wouldn't go over very well on my report card. My tutor frowned at my paper and dismissed me for the day.

Since I started late that day, it was nearing 5:30 in the afternoon, meaning that it was almost time for dinner. Remembering that the note had said that my new servant should be here by the time I finished my lessons, I decided to go back to my room and try to meet him.

I pushed open the heavy door that led to my room. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for the small bed that was on the other side of the room and the black suitcase that was on top of it. I, being the curious person that I am, decided to do a little snooping. You can tell a lot about a person just by the stuff that's in their suit case, after all.

I unzipped the bad and started going through its contents. The clothes were simple and mostly dark in color. Next, I checked the size. Medium. Not too fat, not too skinny. Nice. Close to the bottom of the bag I found a notebook. I had just started to flip through it when someone behind me asked, "What the hell are you doing?!"

I dropped the book and turned around to see a boy about my age wearing the dark purple servant's uniform and, sweet Jesus on a stick, he was fucking beautiful. He had dark brown hair with some light brown highlights here and there. He was slightly pudgy but in the oh-my-god-let-me-fucking-hug-you-right-now kind of way. He had a little bit of stubble on his face but it worked for him. And then there were his eyes. Even from across the room I could see that they were a beautiful honey brown.

I swallowed the slight lump in my throat and asked "Who are you?" even though I already knew for the most part.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I asked you first. Why are you going through my bag?" It was obvious that he didn't recognize me.

I smirked and decided to have some fun with him. "Ooooooo! Someone's an assertive little servant!" I cooed.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just go find Prince Jack on my own. Stay out of my bag, asshole."

"You're looking for Prince Jack, huh?" I grinned. "You must be his personal servant."

"That would explain why I'm wearing a servant's uniform and why my bag is in his room," He replied irritably.

I crossed the room and sat down on the edge of my bed, the servant's eyes never leaving me. "And do you know what Prince Jack looks like?"

He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Well. . . no."

I threw my head back and laughed. "That explains it."

"Explains what?" He frowned.

"Since you don't recognize your own boss I guess I'll introduce myself. My name is Jack Bassam Barakat XVI, but you can call me Supreme Lord of Sexy."

The servant's eyes widened to the point that I thought that they would pop out of his head. "You're Prince Jack?" He said like he couldn't believe it.

"Yes. Disappointed?" I said with a little smirk.

"N-no, you're just not what I expected, I guess."

I shrugged. "I don't seem very prince-y, do I?"

The servant, whose name I still didn't know, leaned against the door frame. When I received no reply I said, "Don't worry about it. The less I seem like a prince the happier I am."

The boy seemed confused. "I'll explain later. Go down to the kitchen and get me my dinner. I assume you've already had a tour of the palace?"

He pressed his perfect pink lips together and nodded. He started to walk out of the room before I stopped him.

"Wait," I called and he reappeared back in the door. "I never got your name."

His lips curled up in a tiny smile. "I'm Alex."