My King

Chapter One: My Lord....

Akia woke up at the crack of dawn, so did the other servants. She did not dare to eat the harden bread, warm porridge and cold beer that sat outside in the cold night air. Akia has not yet settled her stomach for the food choices as she is still use to the food back home; fresh grapes, watermelon, pomegranate, strawberry and her favorite, sapota with old bread and milk from their old cow that her father dare not to sell since it is the only cow that produce excellent milk at her age. To bad the old cow passed away two days before Akia left to her new home.

Akia changed into a old, ruined dress they gave her that makes her breast push up and her behind plump. She instantly became self-conscious. The corset, another servant help tie up was tight against her small-gut stomach.

It felt like she couldn't breath.

"We should get going." The servant that helped her, which Akia learned that her name is Olivia.

Akia nod before walking behind the young lady. During the walk to the castle; Akia admired every scene. The morning fog surrounded the statues, the sun barely showed thought the clouds, the swans flew into the large yawn as the male servants walked out of their cottage.

Akia and Olivia walked through the back door leading to the kitchen where numerous of cooks was running around; trying to cook a perfect breakfast for the Council, princess, soldiers and King.

The smell made Akia's stomach growl uncontrollably. She ignored her hunger and kept waking

Once Akia grabbed her supplies, she headed up the stones steps that lead to the King's hall. She instantly spotted Lady Adorn polishing the armor statues.

Akia bowed. "Morning Lady Adorn."

"Morning Akia." Lady Adorn greeted without looking at the young servant.

Akia set her bucket full of water on the stone ground before getting on her knees. She grabbed the old brush that was settled in the water before scrubbing the ground.

"Akia." Lady Adorn called.

"Yes Lady Adorn?" Akia stopped and turn to the middle age woman.

"Go back to the cottage and fetch us some more rags."

Akia nod and stood on her feet. "Okay my lady."

She hurried down the stone steps and scurried through the crowded halls that was filled with servers. Luckily the kitchen was empty and did not cause her stomach to roar.

Once Akia was outside in the foggy air, she walked along the path that lead her to the cottage.

Akia walked inside; hoping to see the rages immediately, but she didn't. She searched everywhere, but there was known.

"Oh no." Akia said.

"What are you doing here?" A older lady with gray hair, wrinkles and green eyes walked into the cottage. "Everyone is supposed to be in the castle."

"Sorry my lady-"

"Oh lass, I am no lady." The woman chuckled. "Call me Martha or midwife." Martha walked towards Akia for a better look. "Such beauty. What is your name?"

"Akia... Akia Buhari. I'm sorry to shorten this good conversation, but I must find some rags."

"Rags?" Martha looked around. "They must be washing them. Go deeper into the woods and you'll find a huge cottage with a wheel on the side. Tell them that you need rags and Martha sent you."

Akia bowed. "Thank you. I must hurry, Lady Adorn expects me back."

Martha scoffed at the name of the higher class servant. "Lady Adorn. She thinks she's better than everyone. If she is your guide, then good luck to you. She is a very tough lady."