The castle seems so vacant yet so busy. The never ending halls make you wonder if you even know where you're going. The towers glisten in the light but the shadows seem to engulf your very spirit. So enchanting and wonder full. I'm so scared and yet excited to be here.

My full name is Nelfion Artmemisia, or Misia for short. Last summer I have turned sixteen years of age and have come to work at Astle. Though my parents were once the highest of nobles, and I relative to one of the royal houses, they quickly went into bankruptcy and became mere peasants before I was born. Sadly though, because of shady debt collectors, I had become an orphan at the age of eight. The king and queen has given me mercy from the orphanage and has given me a job and a place to stay here.

The courtyard is very empty this morning. Usually you see his highness prince Jeile and his fiancé laying by the bushes. Looking around, barely anybody is in these halls! Marcia, my mentor, is racing toward me.

"Misia! Come with me. We have to get his bed chamber ready!"

"What are you talking about? And where is everyone?"

"His highness Zerothuhia Razalude has come back from his journey after two years! We must get everything ready for his return!"

I have heard about him. He had caused much trouble with the ruling family. Rumors floated that no one should go into contact with him for he was a grouch. I personally never met him before. I can feel unwanted and unneeded curiosity stir up in my stomach. I follow her as she starts to hurry back where she came.

"Why do we have to be the ones to do this? Shouldn't his servants be doing this?"

"They have long since been relieved of their duty by Razalude himself. You, I, and a few others have been chosen to take their place upon this arrival. You would have noticed if you weren't SLEEPING at the last servant meeting. Now COME ON! The arrival ceremony has already ended!"

His room was on the other side of the castle and was such a bother to get to. Marcia started to sweep the floor as I fixed the bed. The door creaked and my body jumped in small terror. A tan boy, about eighteen, stood at the door with unfamiliar clothes on. His hair was a dark/light sky blue and his eyes showed cold icy pools of dark blue. They pierced your soul if you stared long enough. He was tall and very handsome. My stupid cheeks turned red at the glance.

"Your highness!" Marcia managed to gasp out.

We both bowed and started to leave. That's when he spoke.

"Stay close. I might need something soon."

I was unwillingly volunteered to stay out his door while Marcia went off to do other duties. Really bad idea. I've only been here about a year! What if I mess something up? Not only will it be bad for the rest of the servants but I might be kicked out!

"Which one of you is out there?"

"umm…Artmemisia, your highness."

There was a long pause and a small grunt from the other side of the closed door.

"The young one?"

"Yes sire…."

Another pause and then a sigh.

"Come in here."

His voice was so icy I could feel the chill. I don't really want to go in nut I don't have a choice now do I?

"Hurry UP!"

I quickly walk in to find him sitting on the side of his bed. His shirt was over his head and halfway off his body. It seemed he was stuck. A small smile crept from my lips.

"Are you just going to stand there? GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

As I pulled he pushed. Once the shirt was ripped off our eyes met. It seemed his eyes were warm till they flashed cold once again.

"Bring me some tea. And be quick about it."