Working For The Devil.

Elle’s POV

“Uhm, hi…sir.”

“How dare you! He is not sir. You must address him by his majesty’s title,” the minion yelled.

I blinked, very dumbfounded.

“His majesty? What is this? A secret movie? Where are the cameras?” I began looking around me.

The minion rushed towards me as if he wanted to do something bad and I drew back immediately, covering my mouth.

Okay maybe it’s not a movie. But this…it can’t be real.

“Oh, forgive me, you—r majesty, I guess.”

I paused, expecting all of us to burst into laughter at the silly joke.

The laugh never came. Only stern looks from everyone around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, this really isn’t some twisted movie?”

Their stares hardened.

The minion stepped forward, staring daggers at me.

“Your majesty, let me teach this girl a lesson.”

The supposed majesty stopped him and focused on me.

“You need a job?”

I nodded shamefully, after all I still remembered all that happened. All I did.

Damn it.

“Get on your knees.”

I blinked.

What?

“And kiss my shoe.”

I pulled back and yelled, “What?”

I scoffed. “I mean know something happened but I’m not the only one at fault. Why do I have to suffer it alone? I mean look at my body, you did this. Am I telling you to get on your knees and kiss my fee—.”

He turned, walking off.

“Shit, where are you going?” I jumped in front of him.

“You can’t leave. I was told I could get a job here and I need it.”

He stared in silence for a moment before speaking.

“Throw her out of here.”

He shoved aside so hard, I nearly landed my head on the wall.

“Jesus! Is a king allowed to do that? Where is the mercy for your people?”

He stopped.

“Oh wow,” I blinked in surprise because I didn’t expect those words to work. But I took the opportunity, running after him.

“Uhm, your majesty, forgive this sinful creature. I’ve been really bad and…and I don’t mind a little punishment. As long as it’ll get me the job.” I added the last part quickly.

He eyed me up and down, about to walk off again when I rushed down to his feet on my knees.

“I’ll kiss it.”

Everyone looked surprised.

Why?

Wasn’t he their king?

Didn’t they do this on a daily?

Damned pretenders.

I thought he would show mercy but to my horror, he smirked, pushing his shoe forward.

“Good.”

I tightened my jaw, remembering the image of my sick father on the bed. The thought of the man I knew no longer being himself made my heart ache.

I closed my eyes, coming to a decision.

If I had to sell my pride to get his healing, then I would.

I began lowering my head, still hopeful he would be the bigger person.

He didn’t.

And just like that, my sqeezed lips met the pristine shine of his leather shoe. I mean with how neat it looked, I didn’t even have to worry about anything.

I stood, glaring daggers. “Is that okay, now?”

His minion was smiling wickedly at me while he drew in one deep breathe, running his wicked eyes over my body in a way that began making me feel super conscious of my body.

I was well covered up so what was he staring at?

“Get her a uniform.”

The smile wiped off the minion’s face. “Your majesty!”

“Do it, Caius,” he replied and walked off.

“Yeah, do it, Caius. Don’t question the king,” I bounced like those bad boys on TV, earning a wicked stare from him which brought a smile to my face.

He turned to the girl I met earlier.

“Take her to your room.”

“Yes, sir Caius.”

They all bowed as their king walked away and once again I almost burst into laughter.

What a load of bull.

The girl sneered quietly at me before speaking.

“Follow me.”

“Hi, I’m Elle. What’s your name?”

I stretched my hand forward.

She stopped, eyed me up and down first and ignored my hand.

“Look, just because we are roommates doesn’t mean we are going to be friends.”

Oh, nice one.

I retrieved my hand shamefully.

I’m definitely going to pay back.

“I know you’re new around here and I don’t know why his majesty decided to keep you,”

Maybe I’m special.

“But I’d advice you comport yourself. You can’t be speaking to him like that. Any of them.”

Wasn’t there only one king?

Why should I be conscious of two people?

“And honestly if you were to ask me, I’ll say you should just quit and leave right now. I don’t think his majesty has totally forgiven you.”

“Pssshhh,” I waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. Your king offended me first, I’m sure with the whole kissing of his…shoe,”

My smile faded at the thought again.

“…we are even now.”

She humphed. “If you say so. Follow me.”

I was wrong. I should have listened to the girl whose name I now knew was Bianca.

The man was an absolute beast and the the kissing of the shoe was the tip of the icerberg.

I started working that night and the first task was to make tea.

Easy right?

Yeah, of course.

But when I served his royal rudeness, he couldn’t disagree more.

“What the hell do you call this?”

I stared between him and the cup. “Tea. Clearly.”

The minion who was still around by that time of the night for reasons unknown, sneered.

“This is what you call tea?”

“Uhm, I mean, do you perhaps,” I bowed sheepishly. “Your majesty of course, mind telling me how to do it better? I mean I suppose you know it all,” I finished with a feigned smile, deeply irritated.

He locked his jaw. “Get yourself to the kitchen now and learn tea making. Don’t stop until you get it.”

I paused.

Then I burst out into a hysterical laughter, shaking uncontrollably and clutching my stomach for air.

“Oh, my majesty, that was a good one. You really had me for a second.”

I laughed harder, still writhing from the ridiculousness of his words until I realised something.

There was no reaction from either man.

They just stared at me in silence.

I stopped laughing immediately, wiping a tear from my eye.

“What? Why aren’t you laughing?”

Silence.

“Wait, are you…serious?”

The silence stretched and their expression remained stoic.

Oh, he was serious.

I swallowed, straightening. “Oh my majesty, forgive m—.”

“Get out!”

“Yes sir.”