Forbidden

Chapter 1

•Chapter One•

•Ember's POV•

•••

A/N *The girl in the picture has Ember's hair, although Ember's is a white-blonde. (NO THAT IS NOT EMBER)*

"Ouch." 

I had poked myself again. I hated sewing up dresses this was not my job. I would rather sit and draw the designs. I don't know why Princess Amelia had me do this all the time, she knew I was a top maid, and this was a low ranked maid's job. 

I held the golden material in my hands, it looked great. This had to be some of my best work. Amelia was going to love this dress. 

I smoothed out my dress before making sure the dress safely got to Amelia's room just in time for her to get ready for the winter extravaganza, and when the time came for me to get ready, I did too.

I sat on my bed, slipping my heels on, when Olivia, my roommate burst through the door. Her wild brown locks tamed into a sleek bun at the back of her head, her tired eyes lit with excitement. "Guess who's not on kitchen duty!" she exclaims.

She bounces onto her bed, a wide smile set on her face, I run a hand through my curls quickly, before wondering aloud, "Wow, how'd you pull that off?" She slides her shoes off one bye one, and pulls her hair out of the bun. 

"Amelia requested I be there as her maid."

I groan, and slide my shoes over to her side of the room. I know what that means. I have to take her place on kitchen duty. "I was supposed to be head maid at this event," I whine quietly, "And now I have to take your place on the kitchen staff?" Olivia comes and joins me on my bed, her smile slowly leaving her face. "Amelia has been giving me bullshit all week." 

Olivia unzips my dress and takes off her own, "I know I should be sad for you, but this is the first party I've gotten to attend so, save it for later." I return her fake frown with a small smile and slip out of the short white dress I was wearing before.

I replace the dress with my usual uniform: a black, button-up shirt, paired with a knee length skirt. "It's fine. I love working in the kitchen." I roll my eyes subtly, and Olivia lets out a giggle.

I hand her the lipstick I had used moments earlier and watch her apply it. "Okay," she jumps up and down, celebrating her first party at the palace. 

"Maybe I should say I'm sick?" 

She laughs again, this time a big loud laugh, "Like that would ever work." She places her hands on each should and looks me in the eye, "Just get through the night, and then complain to me in the morning." Her hands fall to her sides as she opens the door, "I have a party to attend." I am left with one last squeal of excitement before the door shuts, leaving me alone the dimly lit room, once again.

••••  

The kitchen smells like grease, and wine. I have been serving tables all night. 

The head cook, Giovanni, shouts out another round of orders, and the next round of wine is delivered. I scoop up the tray and head back out into the party.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! More wine over here!" everyone shouts at me, all of the voices overlap, and I don't know where to go. I'm not used to having to listen to this many voices at once. I was trained to listen to one, Princess Amelia's.

"Miss Ember! Miss Ember!" I recognize the voice thats calling me back to reality as Amelia's and make my way over to her table, where she sits chatting with a tall handsome fellow.