“Helga, could you come in here for a second?” Princess Kiki asked, popping her head out of her chamber doors. She was dark tan 18-year-old in a comfortable white tunic dress, with long black silken hair braided down to her lower back.
Helga, her wrinkled 74-year-old maid turned and squinted at the young girl and beamed at her. “Yes, certainly, my dear.” Helga shuffled over, and Kiki tapped her right leg impatiently as the old family servant moved slower than what Kiki would have preferred. “Yes, dear?” Helga asked as she approached.
“Don’t ‘yes, dear’ me!” Kiki moved out of the thick wooden door frame so the old woman could see her room clearer. “What the fuck is that?” She demanded.
The servant squinted at the large bedroom chamber. There was a king-sized canopy bed, a desk, vanity, sitting area with two velvet couches and a matching chair, a large chifforobe with some of her clothing, and the closed closet which held more. Expensive paintings adorned the walls, along with a giant silver mirror near the chifforobe. Helga squinted, trying to see if anything was amiss in the spotless room.
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to?” Helga asked.
“Are you even looking? Look at the bed!”
The bed was made, and the gossamer canopy rustled slightly. It was parted open, presumably so Helga could see her mistake. She had been cleaning this wing of the castle for over fifty years, and it looked the same as it did every day.
“Fucking off-white pillow cases, Helga! They fucking clash with the covers! How the fuck am I supposed to get any sleep with this- this cacophony of colors just existing around me!? I’m fucking stressed out as it is, and I have to have the colors perfect to keep my aura and my energy pure! And you’re just deliberately fucking it up for me!”
“Ah, what’s wrong honey? Are you stressing out over the betrothal?” Helga asked in her calm wise voice.
Helga’s ability to read Kiki’s mind annoyed her more. “No! ...