I wish right now that those hazel eyes look at me, those firm hands support me that deep powerful voice speaks up for me and protect me from the harsh words of these people but I also know this is just wishful thinking.
"Eric you could find a much better servant than her, she doesn't even deserve to serve royalty like you, if you say I could serve you in much better ways than her."
She says running her hands down his arm seductively.
Disgusted, that's what I felt on seeing her.
How desperate can they be.
I hate girls like her who serve their self-respect on a platter to royals like him.
Sure, I was brought up in poverty.
With pennies in my pockets and serving trays in my hands but never ever have I degraded this low to gain the attention of someone or to get money.
I always managed with the little I have.
The little I saved while working in a cafe nearby.
And I would never steep so low no matter who worse my situation is.