"Strip me, Mila." Berniss insisted. The princess stood against her wide bed; she wanted to finish off her sickening makeover.
The lady-in-waiting was aghast; he did not move with a hitch. Mila never anticipated the lovely princess would permit him to take off her clothes willingly, unknowing he was a male, and wished he could have the courage to yell or voice anything out at the innocent lady.
The simple reality that he revealed his legitimate gender to no one— Mila was doomed to death.
"The clock is ticking, missy; my father and our guests are lingering in that palace without me, I say," the princess said in a grumpy tone. Berniss maybe a gentle dame at that tree, however, she was no different from any ruthless nobles and aristocrats who probably inflicted pain towards their lowly servant or slaves whenever they wished if she was in the house.
Not long ago, the teenage Berniss shoved the crowned king's butler's onto the floor and badly kicked his knee cap that injured the squeamish adult. She intended to "discipline" him by physical abuse because the princess loathed it when someone woke her up in the early morning, especially if she slept too late.
On the verge of authorizing her guard to slay him with a serrated sword from a sheath, Viktor attended to her room and grounded her by confiscating her painting materials in two weeks which triggered her sanity.
And each clicking of the hand clock on the wall filled with her artwork and landscapes, Berniss contemplated taking revenge on that butler, Carlos who always checked on her daily activities and schedule as if he implicated that Liza was not performing her job well and was incompetent.
Berniss was also determined in making sure that Liza chose a rightful lady-in-waiting before all else and that her servant and friend's long vacation would not put in vain.
Despite her taking a swift liking of Mila Febo is a glimpse of a second, Berniss would not be swayed by his beauty that she admitted it was too similar to the late Queen Consort Elena.
'It might be because I pine for Mommy,' she thought, 'When she used to remove my garment and take me off to sleep, I can even remember her lullabies in a tranquil night. Nonetheless, Mila looks like her; I wish that somehow Mila can be the same as Mommy or will be Mom.'
'Otherwise, it's unlikely to happen. Silly me! She is incomparable to those mothers out there.' Berniss continued, keeping a poker face. Meantime, Mila stayed unmoved in his post; he was stupefied by her master's inarguable request.
He may not be the typical kind of a perverted being as some of his former neighbors and the older men in Manor Malfait— Mila has an inner man who could be easily enticed by a lady's skin, the princess of Connick at that.
'I-if I touch her from the chest area to down there, will she freak out when she finds out that I'm...?' he pondered, biting his tongue; Mila began to feel helpless. He retained staring down his feet out of dishonor upon his counterfeit identity.
"(Madam, I can't take them off! The servant of yours is unable to do such a provocative deed upon you.)" Mila pointed at Berniss's almost-revealing body and x-crossed his arms.
"Why can't you, ha? We're both women and of the identical privates, to be safe. Are you trying to defy your master's command, little missy?
Growing impatient, Berniss surrendered on her attempt at testing Mila and started up to unbutton her white nightgown in front of the stiffened lad. She felt the missy was still in the process of adjusting to his role and environment.
Because of this, her tolerance and understanding for him were outstanding; Berniss's treatment for the speechless Mila resonated with a so-called "bias". If ever Mila would be in touch with his fellow maids and servants lower than him, they would soon enough become jealous of Mila and despise him beyond.
"Ehem, ehem," Berniss fake a cough. She felt like Mila maliciously ogled at her upper body— it somehow bothered her. Mila then concentrated on the girl and realized his amorous mannerism. He mentally wanted to slap himself in a flash.
Berniss continued, "I'll provide three rules you have to apply, and these are the paths of not displeasing Your Princess Royal. I already spoke to you about my rule number one— that is, submit yourself to me for you contracted with that Liza whom you've switched— in Olivia." She succeeded in unfastening the first three buttons, "The second rule, answer if I ask; be still if I ask none And, lastly..."
The princess was yet on her fourth button. She stared down at her garment before she proceeded to her final statement.
Mila could glimpse her crystal clear flesh. He glanced away from the temptation and focused on the ceiling, resisting the provocative cleavage which stimulated a strong sense of arousal for him— the "woman" pleaded to the devil that he should terminate his suffering in his mind.
'Oh, I beg thee, I have enough of this enticement,' he confessed, 'Her Royal Highness is naive for my ill-nature of desire.'
Berniss unbuttoned the remaining piece, and lo, her hidden treasure wholly uncovered. Her swan-like neck, toned shoulders, and chest were exposed to the endangered lady-in-waiting.
Mila bulged his eyeballs out; he sought for a blanket to cover Berniss in a hustle. He rummaged onto the coffers to grab one. Item by item, he threw the random fabric, attires, and bed covers that littered anywhere on the carpet and furniture.
"Mila, what are you doing? Dress me up, now!" she demanded, placing her hand on her hips. Although she usually clothed herself, Berniss was not in the mood to prepare a mundane task for she struggled to own no ally in Kerstel.
When she heard of the closing door, she clutched her core throbbed to the brim. But she had to be strong for Elena and seek justice for her demise.
Add insult to injury, Berniss displayed her deep anger; she thought that her contact with Mila turned to be pointless and nonsensical. Conversing with a mute was a headache for her on Mila's first day of the job. She confirmed that when Liza informed her about his inability, Berniss exuded kindness to him, not because she was a good master.
It was because of her pity.
Mila who Berniss's shout and madness startled him snatched an orange towel that could wrap Berniss's figure and dashed to the princess. But as he was near Berniss, Mila obliviously stepped on a smooth-textured red velvet.
"AH! MILA?!!"
He slipped and unexpectedly towered the half-naked princess, and his heart thumped faster than a herd of prancing colts...