Preface and Content warnings:
This is the story of Ollie and from her time in the whitewinds' castles ;Velvetshire.
CONTENT WARNING: Domestic Abuse, General Violence, Implications of Sex (13+)
Table of contents
Chapter 1
Completed Composting: Dec 13 2023
Word Count: 770
It was a cold morning when I was briskly shoved out of the house. I can still recall the feeling of the cool stone beneath my paws. My mother was never fond of me, she always told me how i was such a burden. Yet today she seemed to genuinely care about me, She remarked how I would be finally of use to her. Yet I felt that she was late 14 years of doing nothing in her eyes, I wondered what had magically happened to make her be finally proud of me. We were loaded into a carriage. The clopping of the horse was soothing as my mother fussed with my hair. It took a quarter of the day to actually arrive somewhere. It was a gorgeous castle with iron gates and cherry blossom trees galore. It was a nice change of scenery from the slums.
My mother showed a yellow card with a red silk tied across to the guard. He opened the gate for us and we walked in. I asked her what was going on and where I was going. She told me that she was interviewed about 2 weeks ago, about the princess needing new maids. She joyfully cupped my face when she expressed how joyful she was that the princess chose me.
My stomach dropped. Away… She was giving me away. That's why she was pampering the past few days. I thought she finally saw something in me, a fool I was to hope in those cold eyes of hers. I would not protest now, I have already been chosen. Eventually we came upon the throne room. The banners showed elegant tapestry made from the finest weavers around. Upon the thrones were the princess and her royal adviser. She hopped off her chair, fluttering down the steps. She seemed to be around my age. She was wearing a pink dress adorned with pearls and ribbons, she wore a silver, polished baby blue crown with a velvet interior. Her boots shined with leather enriched with the deep tones of a running fireplace.
She grabbed my paw with glee and started jumping up and down. “SHE'S HERE! SHES HERE! Finally a formidable maid is here!!.” She pranced over to my mother. My mother bowed at her presence, “A payment will be arranged to your household in a few days, contact the advised if you have any concerns” the princess said cooly. She pulled me up a flight of stairs and sat me on her bed. “My name’s Blaire, Princess Blaire, who might you be.” “Well, I was given the name Olivia, but if you wish you may call me Ollie.” The princess beamed at me and gripped my hand tighter. “I believe we will be the very best of friends.” Her tone laxed as she became suddenly solemn. “Father doesn't believe that a young princess should be friends with the ‘commoners’. Most of the girls I am allowed to speak with are such a drag.” She quickly brightened up and stood up on her feet and pushed me onto her bed. I didn't know how to feel about this but I was quite bemused.
“Look away as I am undressing, I do hope you are able to prepare a bath for me!” I indeed did know how to prepare a bath. Yet only a simple one. We continued to talk as I prepared her bath and I noticed a peculiar mark on her back. “What is the sun marking on your back for” Oh! It's a little secret, apparently only some members of the royal family have markings similar to mine! I think it's a status thing yet I do not know.” She continued her tasks casually. I had strange markings, 3 claw marks upon my back with a few hearts. It allows me a few powers my mother told me. She is ashamed of the markings on me. She always said how magic only causes trouble. I could form things. Living things. Yet now was not the time to tell the young princess.
We continued the evening as usual. I was slowly accumulating to the place and things were finally looking up. Maybe being a maid wasn't so bad. Blaire motioned me to her bed and asked me to “snuggle her”. I crawled under the covers, midway she lunged over and hugged me so tightly. I adjusted to meet her needs, “You're going to be the best friend I’ve ever had” she muttered before falling asleep. I was growing quite fond of her as I wrapped my tail around hers as we drifted to sleep.
illustration i did a while ago (date unkown)
Chapter 2
Completed Composting: Sep 16 2024
Word Count: 815
I was woken from my slumber as a rough arm shook me, and a spindly dragon grabbed my arm. “What do you think you are doing?! Sleeping so close to the princess, do you want to be executed?!” I looked at him with confusion. He had shimmering pink scales and glasses. He looked like the bard at my old tavern. “Ugh, all these new maids are so damn stupid.”He grabbed me and pulled me out of her bed. I fell with a great thud bruising me lightly.
We walked until we met a broom closet. The dragon ushered me in hurriedly. “This is your first session so I’ll cut you some slack, do not speak to the princess unless she directly speaks to you, always bow when seeing royals only once every hour if you are in the same room, do make polite but curt conversation, they do seek attention, got it?” It felt like my head was spinning. Who is this man? How old is he? Who does he think he is to tell me what to do! I mumble groggily that I’ve got it. He places a bucket full of soapy water, a broom, a mop and washcloths on the floor in front of me. “Your first duty today is to clean the kitchens, chefs must not have dirty surfaces and forbid they slip!” He gasps softly and whispers “I will not even foster the thought of them spilling any food..!”
I pick up the cleaning supplies noting their weight, “Gosh alright mr.fussy himself… You never did tell me your name..” The dragon snaps back “and you never told me yours, I must have been too busy untangling you from the mess that you could have caused! But I suppose it won't hurt to tell you” He shrugs and poses “I am Rafiel the 11th son in line for the wind dragon crown. I would much rather be a timekeeper but father says those are frivolous dreams and I will not be childish and disappoint him.., and you are?” I puff out my chest slightly to give the illusion of regalness as he did prior. “I am Olivia, do remember.I cannot recall a lot of my heritage but i was brought here as a trade as the princesses newest maid.” Rafiel didn't seem too pleased with my answer “You don't seem very fit to be a maid, but I'll work with whatever I can get.. Well you must get on with your tasks. He pushed me out of the broom closet and directed me to the hallways.
I lug around the cart for a few minutes making my way to the kitchen when a cleaner taps me on my shoulder. “Do you need help with anything? I see you're having a little bit of… trouble.” I am pleased and grateful for her kindness. “Yes please, that would be awfully helpful!” She hurried off and returned quickly with a small cart. “Here you go dearie, make the best of it!” She scurried off to her own tasks and left me with mine. I eventually found my way to the kitchen and started scrubbing the floors. Cleaning has always been my speciality. As the only child at home I had to take on most of the chores, as my parents were always too busy working to scrape together enough to feed us.
I used to invent gadgets to help me get the tasks done quickly and efficiently. I do not miss those days much though, the cold, the shouting and the beating was quite painful. I suppose I am free from that aspect. Huh. I was broken from her trance as a chef tapped her on the shoulder. “Miss, are you done cleaning now? It shines so brightly it is hurting my eyes.” I perk up and take a glance around the room. It was much cleaner than it was before I started. “Ma’am this is probably the best cleaning I’ve ever did see in my whole life.” The cook urged me out before i “made it so bright you couldn't even tell a custard was on the table”
I met Rafiel in the hallways for my other tasks, I completed them quickly and dutifully earning remarks of praise from staff. It was about noon and I was getting quite hungry. I am unaware of the lunch schedule here, so I went up to ask Rafiel but he seemed busy muttering something about a prophecy, so I chose not to bother him. I walked to the dining hall, looking for some type of form. Eventually I stumbled on a lunch chart and sadly my session has already passed. I walked through the long hallway, looking for something to eat or someone to talk to. That's when I saw the princess. She beckoned me into her private quarters and I followed her in.
author notes: copy pasting these in from my old site, ill start writing ch3 and revising chapeters 1 and 2 soon.