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Long ago, a joyful family ruled the lands. Upon a visit to the plains for a festival, a group of unidentified creatures ambushed the royal family, killing the queen mercilessly. In his rage, the king decreed that mythical creatures were to be outlawed, or put under slavery. He became dreadfully upset, looming about and carrying on through the castle as nothing but a ghost of the man he once was. His daughter became an unruly child, without her mother's guidance she defied her mentors and nannies, able to control up to half of the castle. She commanded the slaves with a kind yet mischievious heart, leading to her commanding the military defenses as well. She became known as the Princess of Mischeif, and this princess had just sent out an order for some fresh faces around the castle. She had let the elderly go and live in the forests as they were too old too work, and she needed new help.

As of the moment, the princess waited in the foyer of the castle, waiting for a carriage to come with the latest captured creatures. She had needed new help in the castle, as well as more guards. There was word about an assassin being sent to destroy the king or his daughter to free the slaves. Honestly, Yveine would do anything to free them, but it wasn't her choice. It was her father's decree, and if he still lived, she'd never gain power to overrule the law.

She wore a dark blue dress, a light lace overskirt strewn with small gems making it sparkle with every move she made. A black ribbon sash wrapped around her thin waist, an ivory boned corset lacing her body and cupping her round breasts. The sleeves puffed out at the shoulders, slimming down her slender arms and ending with black lace trim. A small string of pearls ringed her neck, a silver tiara with died pearls sitting atop her head.

Her long, golden hair flowed down her back, ending in ringletts at her hips. She was becoming impatient, pacing the room as a maid came in, handing her a goblet of water. She drank it, thanked the maid, and continued pacing.";

Soon, Fial was ushered into the foyer with a group of other mythical beings. "O-ouch!" he protested at being pushed to hurry up by one of the guards. "I'm going, I'm going, you don't need to be mean." he pouted. The feminine voice didn't help to make many people think this male was actually a female. He had delicate features and long blonde hair. His body was slim and he wasn't nearly as broad-shouldered as most men were.

At the moment, he wore brown pants with brown boots, and a blue overcoat that was clasped shut over a white shirt ((See the second picture in his gallery)). His hands were in cuffs, like the others, but he wasn't even thinking about escaping. He was far too fragile for that! Though, like all the others as well, his attention was soon caught by the beautiful princess that was waiting for her. She was so pretty! Fial smiled happily. Oh, her dress was gorgeous! She was such a pretty princess, just like he'd always imagined princesses to be.

Yveine turned her attention the group being brought in, going down the line and assigning them jobs. She unlocked their shackles one by one, a guard escorting them to their assigned position. She stopped in front of a fragile looking thing, blinking.

She lifted the hair from it'sface, studying it. "You... don't seem to be strong enough to be a guard, so... Hm.. Why don't you be my personal servant. Mor or less a personal attendant." She said, smiling at him as she unlocked the cuffs from around his wrists. "Wait over there while I finish." She instructed to the being, going down the line until she finished her duty.

Fial watched her, admiring the way her dress moved and swayed, sparkling while she walked. She was so pretty! He had always been a lover of beautiful things. When she stopped in front of him, she'd be met with a smile! He blushed a little bit as she said he wasn't very strong, giving a sheepish little chuckle. But as she asked him to be her personal servant, he lit up rather happily! "O-of course!" He scurried over to wait where she wanted.

Well this would be exciting! He was in a palace, and he was going to serve such a pretty princess! He was rather excited about this new adventure.

After sending off the last of the new creatures, she walked over to Fial. "Tell me your name, ans walk with me. I want you to know the paths before dusk sets." She said, a stern demeanor crossing her features as she gestured to him with a wave of her hand.

She started for the staircase, laying a porcelain hand on the rail asn she lifted her skirt to step up the steps.

Fial smiled and followed her along. "My name is Fial, your highness." he said politely, looking around and trying to memorize the layout while they walked. He was excited to be in such a new place. "You're very pretty, your highness." he said warmly with a smile. "That dress is beautiful!"

She stopped and looked at Fial, studying him. No breasts, a seemingly flat bottom.. "Are you usually mistaken as a female..?" She asked, a hand on her chin as she pondered the question. "Because your anatomy doesn't match your voice."

Fial blinked as he was observed, then blushed when she asked him that question. "A-ah! Well..yes. Usually.." He smiled sheepishly and tugged at a piece of his hair. "I um...I've been told I'm very feminine.." He blinked again as he realized something. "O-oh, I hope that doesn't disturb you, princess! I um...I didn't mean to deceive you or anything!"

She simply laughed. A couple of maids walking by just gaped, continuing to walk after a few seconds. no one had made the princess laugh like that in years! Yveine looked at him, smiling. "No, no... It's fine. I was just thinking of cute you'd look in a dress." She said. "Anyhow, this is the men's corridor. The next one over is the women's. Your room, however, is not down here. It will be across from mine so that if you are needed, you can hear me." She said.

Yveine led him up anthoer flight of stairs, down a long hallway until she stopped at the large, divine double doors. She opened it, revealing her splendid bedroom. A canopy bed with long, velvet curtains, bookshelves stocked with all kinds of novels, a desk snugged in a corner on the other side, and a tall window in the southern wall.

Fial blushed brightly. "O-oh, I see. Well I'm afraid I wouldn't look near as pretty in a dress as you, highness. A-ah, I mean, that's easy of course though, because I'm a man so I'm..." He flushed a little bit, obviously flustered. "I'm...going to stop talking now. Heh." He gave a nervous chuckle, then just followed along. Listening intently to the tour as it was given, of course. "Alright." he said simply, quite fine with that.

He continued to follow her up stairs, down hallways and to those beautiful doors. He looked around in awe as they came into her bedroom. "Wow...! It's so beautiful! I've never seen a bedroom like this in my whole life! And that's longer than you would think, you know." He smiled. "Of course, the bedroom has to suit the princess! It looks like it has everything you could ever need."

She turned and looked at him, sitting down. "All right. First rule when being a sevant. Do not speak unless spoken to. I've let you go on with these endless comments, but if you want to keep yourself in check, I suggest you stay quiet." She said.

"Also... When given a command you do not talk back, but simply give an affirmation and leave to do said task. An affirmation would be 'yes, m'lady, yes ma'am, or yes, princess.' Do not address me as anything else than those three. When entering or leaving a room ,you bow to show respect." She said. A powerful princess had to come with a set of rules.

"Furthermore, you will be training with a couple of the guards so that you will become stronger. This is for the good of both of us. You will be able to protect yourself and myself. Is everything understood, Fial?" She asked, looking at him as she stood.

Fial quieted and listened intently, giving a little nod to show he understood. Everything seemed fine, he could certainly work by those rules. Until she got to the part about training. He paled a little bit and fidgeted slightly."I um...I understand, of course." he said, "But um. Training might not...go well." His voice kind of got quieter as he spoke on the subject. "I don't um...do well...with...training." He blushed. "O-oh! But I can certainly protect you, princess, don't worry about that! I'm just not...strong. Aheh."

"And this. Nervousness is a sign of weakness. Whether you do or do not so well with training is your problem. Fial, I want you to become stronger, not only to protect me. When you are not with me, there will be others whom will make you a victim of endless harrassment. If you do not shape up, you will get hurt. Am I clear?" She asked, staring him in the eyes.

"If your training does not succeed, you will be demoted from this position and be put to work in the minor positions with some of the women." She added. "This is one of the highest ranking positions in the castle. I suggest you make a choice now." Yveine said, a small smirk on her lips as she faced the window and stepped over to it.

Fial listened, then pouted. Ironically enough, for the next few moments he wasn't nervous at all. He almost sounded manly, even. "Now princess, that's not fair and you know it. I've just been taken and placed in some strange castle I've never been in, with a princess I've never met! And I'm being a position I've never been given, and I'm being told that I'm going to have to do something which I know won't go well, and you don't even listen. Of course I'll be nervous."

"As a princess, you should be more sympathetic to these things. You can't expect to just take people from their homes and bring them somewhere in shackles and expect them to be all fine and dandy with it." He took in a breath and sighed, letting it out slowly. "I know I'll probably get yelled at for scolding you like that, princess, but it's only the truth. And if it gets me demoted, then I'm okay with that. Because if this is how you behave, without even thinking for a moment how your workers might be feeling, then I don't want to be assistant to such a princess anyways."

Nervous, he often was. But when there was something he felt was unfair, or something he believed in, he stood up about it.

Yveine stood there, lsitening to everything as she crossed her arms. After he was done, she smirked. "All right. You can stay. You see, I saw that you can be strong.When you put your heart into it, you can do it. Now, I'll let that slide, but you speak to anyone of my status or higher, you will get hurt. I'm not threatening you, I'm warning you. I don't want to see you getting hurt." She said.

"Down the hall, on the right is a tailor. Go there and have your measurements taken, so that you will have your uniform." She said. "And Fial? Your room is right across from these doors." She added.

Fial blinked, blushing as she sort-of-complimented him. He could be strong? Really? He smiled a little bit, but when she gave that warning, a quick nod of his head was given. "Of course. I'll try to hold it in. My apologies, princess." He blushed again and smiled sheepishly. When she mentioned the tailor, he nodded and waited for her to finish. Another nod at where his room was. "Alright, thank you princess." He smiled and would be on his way to the tailor to get a uniform!

"And come back here immediately once you've finished." She said, closing the door behind him, sighing as she went back to her bed. She looked down, seeing as she was still in her day wear and would need to be in her evening wear when dinnertime apporached.

Fial smiled at her. "Yes princess!" he chirped cheerfully, heading off then. Once he had been measured, he was sent back to those large doubledoors so the tailor would have time to make his uniform. He was a bit taller and slimmer than most workers they had, so he couldn't get a uniform right away. He knocked politely on her door and waited for the princess to respond.

She gave the word to him to open the door. Once inside, she turned to him. "I need your help. I can't reach the buttons on my dress." She said, deomnstrating by reaching around, her small fingers inches from the buttons on the back of her dress.

Yveine lifted her hair away for him to reach, glancing at him. "Well?"

Fial opened the door, stepped inside, then closed the door behind him. "My help?" He looked as she seemed indeed incapable of reaching the buttons. "Oh, of course!" He walked over and would start unbuttoning the back of her dress, fingers deftly unbuttoning, making quick work of the dress. "There you go, princess. Ah, should I...turn around?"