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Darien looked out the window of the classroom filled with his teacher's monotonous voice. He watched the sun rays light up the dark classroom and the glass dance in the wind. He sighed, wishing he was out there instead of in this boring, pointless hall.
Darien chewed on the end of his pen, thinking. 'I wonder what ever happened to that little kid I used to baby-sit before my parents insisted on me learning from the "Halls of Terror."' He chuckled at the thought.
"Is there something funny about how life on the planets came to pass?" his teacher asked in a stern voice.
Darien shot around and looked at his teacher's cold, green eyes. He rolled his eyes. 'His voice isn't so monotonous, now.' "No, Sir Robert."
"Then please answer the question."
Darien blinked. "Uh… 865 BC?"
Sir Robert arched a thick, brown eyebrow. "That's the name of the Queen who started the Silver Millennium?"
His classmates broke in laughter and Darien's face turned a light crimson. Sir Robert sighed. "Darien, you're 15. Can't you start to be a little more serious and pay attention instead of day dreaming every single day?" The noble shook his head and walked up to the front of the room.
Darien cleared his throat and got the class's attention. "Why do we have to learn about the Silver Millennium anyway? It's not like we're apart of it. The Queen of the Silver Millennium doesn't like Earth, so we're not. I don't see why we have to learn about something we're never going to be apart of."
Sir Robert nodded in thought, and the class looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I teach it to you because it's part of the history I have to teach. If you want to learn something different, go ask the King and Queen. I'm still teaching it as long as I have to." The class groaned and Darien joined them.
He sighed and looked out the window again, watching the tiny creatures of Earth wondering around the rose gardens. He thought the girl again. 'I wonder how she's doing, and what she looks like...'
A golden-headed girl sat in the corner of a small room in the servants' quarters. She worked the needle through the blue cloth and pulled it through, dragging the black string with the needle. Her tiny hands repeated this pattern over and over again, pulling more of the material together.
She sighed. "Almost done." Her voice was like twinkling bells in the silent night.
She knotted the thread and ripped the remaining string off the needle. She set the extra thread and the needle on the table beside her and held up a newly finished blue, silk shirt. It had been made for special occasions, such as balls and parties.
The girl stood up and turned into another room. She walked over to a wooden dresser and pulled out matching dark blue, suede pants. She laid then out on the bed next to her and smiled to herself. "Perfect."
"Serena!" A woman about early 30's late 20's bursted into the room. "The Queen want the Prince's new outfit in his room by the time he gets back from his teachings! And that's going to be very soon!"
The golden-locked girl looked up as a woman with long brown hair ran into the room. "No problem. Just finished." She scooped up the blue material and dashed out of the room towards the Prince's chambers.
The Prince walked down the corridor toward his quarters. He sighed, glad that the history lesson was over.
He continued down the hallway, very close to her room. His mood changed when he remembered the party his family was holding later that night. He sighed again. "Why? Why do my parents have to be so fond of parties and balls?" He shook his head and turned to open the door to his room.
In that second, he felt something slam into him and fall onto the floor. He looked down and saw a girl with the most unusual hairstyle.
The girl looked up for one moment before gathering herself together and standing up. Her head was bowed to him. "I am so sorry, your highness. I should have been watching where I was going. I was just in a rush to get here and give you the new clothes I have sewn together for your party later tonight that I wasn't watching where I was going. Please, forgive me."
The prince grinned slightly down at the girl. "No need to apologize, milady. If you were flying down the corridor at me, I should have caught you. And please, don't bow to me, milady."
The girl lifted her head and looked up at him. Her eyes were the brightest blues he has ever seen, her lips like two flattened cherries. Her hair was as if gold was spun into thread and put atop her head. She nodded, her locks bouncing along with her head. "Yes, anything, your highness. And, may I tell you with all my respect, please do not call me 'lady,' for I am no lady. I am only a mere servant that has been lucky to be in the presence of the Prince."
"If that is what you think. But I can not see why a beautiful creature like you is a 'mere servant.' And you shouldn't hide your beauty by bowing your head."
The girl blushed and nodded at the Prince.
"May I ask what name has graced this angel?"
The blonde's face turned a darker pink.
"Serena."
"Ah. Almost as beautiful as yourself." He smiled at her. "Now, what has brought you to fall into my presence? And I really do mean fall."
Serena giggled. "I have just finished your tunic for tonight. The Queen requests that you wear it, although I don't see why since she hasn't seen anything done by me yet."
Darien nodded. "I see. But why wouldn't she want me to wear it? I am sure that you have done wonderfully on it."
Serena's face was now a very dark crimson.
"Maybe. I think I have done ok, but I've seen better, and, in my opinion, the color is too dark for me." She held out the material to reveal a folded button-down-the-chest shirt. Underneath were pants of the same color. The shirt was the finest silk and the pants were the softest suede.
Darien took the outfit. "I think it is wonderful. Although, I must disagree with you, the color is fine for me. I do not wear light colors that often. Dark colors match my hair."
Serena smiled. "Maybe you just haven't found the right light color, yet."
Darien smiled, amused by this girl. "What part of the castle do you live, and who do you live with?"
"I live in the eastern part of the castle. My mother is Ilene."
Darien's eyes widened. "Your mother is Ilene?"
Serena started panicking. "Is there something wrong, my lord?"
Darien shook his head. "Not at all." He smiled. "You probably don't remember me, but I used to baby-sit you. Ah! I remember now! Serena!" He laughed. "You had the biggest ball of hair one your head when you were little!" He laughed again.
Serena giggled. "That is funny, I agree, but as you said, I do not remember you."
Darien smiled. "Well, I am glad that I have met you again, Serena. And I do hope that I see you again sometime. You are most amusing and delighting, and I enjoy spending time with you." He smiled again. "I am sorry to leave you, but I must go. I shall dress in this piece of work and walk down to my mother's tedious party." He smiled, yet again.
Serena giggled. "I guess I wouldn't know how tedious it is, since I've never been to one. But I will be helping to serve supper later tonight. So maybe we will see each other, but I will understand if you would not want to talk to me, since I am a mere servant while you are the Prince of Earth."
Darien shook his head. "I would never want to not talk to you. I am very sorry, but I must go. I do hope that I see you later tonight." He smiled and turned the doorknob on his door and walked into his room, and Serena turned and headed back to the servants' area of the castle.
Serena skipped back to her quarters, humming a tune happily. As she hummed and skipped, she imagined herself dancing in the Prince's arms. His raven-colored hair falling into his deep blue eyes, and muscular arms holding her petite body.
Serena shook her head. 'What are you thinking, Serena? He's a prince, and you're a servant. That would never happen.' She rid her mind of that thought and walked into her room. She plopped herself down in a chair and sighed, enjoying the comfort.
"Don't get comfortable, Serena. The cook wants us down in the kitchen in half an hour. She wants to explain the order of the foods we need to bring out tonight."
Serena looked up and saw her best friend, Molly, dressed in a black dress. It was a plain black dress; short sleeves, v-neck, and it ended right at her knees. "What's with the dress?"
"Oh! I almost forgot! The Queen had these made for all the servants serving at the ball tonight. She said that she didn't want us to stand out or distract the guests." Molly pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear. "I have one for you, too." Molly walked into the room she came out of and Serena followed.
Molly walked over her small cot with woolen blankets piled on top of it and picked up a black dress similar to Molly's. Molly handed it to Serena and Serena held it up to her shoulders. Of course, it was a little bit smaller than Molly's dress, since Serena had a smaller waist and bust than Molly. Serena smiled at her best friend. "Thanks."
"Anytime." Molly smiled back at her. "Well, I'm going to go down to the kitchen early. I want to talk to the cook about something." The red head walked out of the room and closed the door.
Serena quickly changed into her dress and stood in front of a dirty mirror. It had a small mahogany frame, one of the corners was falling off, and the wood was almost cracked throughout the whole frame. She let down her hair and combed through it with a wooden comb her mother had made a long time ago. She then put her hair up in her usual style, two buns on either side with a ponytail trailing from each bun.
She fixed her dress and smiled at her reflection. She thought the dress actually looked ok on her. Then she thought of Darien. 'I hope I see him at the party tonight. Maybe he'll even say hi! I hope he does.' She shook her head. 'What are you thinking? He's a prince! A prince! And not just any prince, the Prince of Earth!' She sighed.
She walked out of the sleeping room and into the kitchen/sitting room. She looked up at an old, rusty, metal clock. It read 5:35 PM. "Oh my goodness! I'm late again! This isn't good!" She ran out of the room, slamming the oak door behind her and sprinted down the hallway.
The prince walked into his room and leaned against the door. He smiled. "Wow, that girl is too much. She's like a fallen angel." He looked down at the blue material the girl had made for him. He walked over to his bed and laid it out. "Whoa, I can't even see the stitches! Wow."
He picked up the outfit and neatly folded it over his arm. Her walked to the bathroom and closed the door to get ready.
Serena ran into the royal kitchen and skidded up to the crowd around the main cook. Everyone turned and looked at her.
The chef walked up to her. "Late? I told everyone to be here at 5:30." The chef had brown hair up in a ponytail and green eyes. She was wearing a green apron that tide around her neck and then again on her waste. She smiled. "But it's ok. I just started."
The girl turned around and walked into the center of the circle again. She stood up on a stool so everyone could see her. "Like I had said before, my name is Lita. I am not the official chef of the palace, but I am substituting for the main chef, Randy (AN: That's for you, Mandy! ^_-), since he can not attend this important feast. The king has also enjoyed Juptitarian (AN: Pronounced 'Joo-pit- tar-ee-an') delicacies."
Serena stood next to Molly and Molly gave Serena a mocking smile. Serena rolled her eyes and whispered to her friend, "Shut up." Molly just smiled back at her.
Lita continued. "No one is to speak to anyone Lord or Lady of importance, unless you are spoken to. You must not draw attention to yourself. If any of you are clumsy, try not to be tonight. If you spill or drop something, clean it up immediately. If you spill or drop something on someone and it ruins their shirt, pants, dress, etc, offer a new one. We have plenty back here for any emergencies. Do not serve any of the animals. Do not taste any of the food. Any leftovers will be given to us, so don't take anything ahead of time.
"Now for the food. We will first be serving a soup made from my special recipe. It will consist of chicken broth, carrots, strips of chicken, corn, peas, celery, and tiny cooked piece of dough. About 5 people will walk around the dining table pouring the soup into the Lords' and Ladies' bowls. The next course will be fried fish from Saturn. Once again, about 5 people will walk around serving the fish. The 3rd course will be Neptunian roasted pheasant. This we will only put on the dining table. The people will be free to serve themselves and take as much as they like without having to wait to be served. Some side dishes will be mashed potatoes and warm Venusion bread with butter from Mars. The dessert will have many foods: an apple pie from Pluto, a cherry pie, lemon pastries from Uranus, and blueberry muffins from Mercury. The drink that will be served through this dinner will be a special wine that what very hard to get. The Moon has agreed to send us some Ver wine. For those who are not familiar with this wine, it is a very expensive wine, which costs 500,000 Earthen dollars (AN: just like American dollars). It is the color of silver, and if it spills on something, that place will sparkle for life. Please try not to spill it on anything."
Lita looked down at her green watch. "Ok. We have to get started. The feast will start in an hour, and we still have to cook a lot of things. Now, I'm going to split everyone up in different groups. The groups will be doing different things." She started splitting the girls and guys up into different groups.
Serena smiled at Molly. "We're in the same group."
Molly smiled back and her. "I'm glad. I was afraid we would get separated. Neither of us has done this before, so we'll be able to help each other now."
Lita walked up to Serena and Molly's group. "Ok. This group will be cooking, and then serving. I will choose who will serve what and cook what." Lita walked around the group examining them. Then she pointed to Molly, Serena, and two other girls. "You four will serve. You will start out with pouring the wine, and then serving the meals. If I need it, I will ask more servants to serve with you." Lita winked, then turned on her heel and made her way to the next group.
Serena smiled dreamily. 'Maybe I'll see the Prince.'
Molly nudged Serena. "Hello? Are you ok? You got all dreamy."
Serena blinked. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She smiled weakly.
Molly eyed her friend. "Did you meet any guy recently?"
Serena blinked again. "What? You think I met a guy? Me? Little Serena? Ha! No way!" She laughed nervously.
The red head shook her head, her crimson locks bouncing on her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
Serena sighed as Lita stepped up onto the stool again. "Ok people! Let's get to work!"
^_^ I hope everyone liked that chapter. It's longer than the last couple of chapters, so I hope that fills your requests. ^_^ Be back soon!
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