𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• peace, broken •

       
          
"My love arrives today, and I don't think I've ever been so excited!" Savanika swoons as she dances around the room, her hand pressed to her chest. "I spent all night imagining his eyes- oh, how I missed his eyes! And his smile- just you two wait until you set eyes on his gorgeous smile."

"How long have you been seeing each other now?" Zac asks her with a questioning look.

"Since the first time he visited the palace," She answers him almost immediately as though she has rehearsed it. "We locked eyes, shared a smile, and it was love at first sight!"

You and Zac share a knowing look, small smiles on both of your faces while Savanika continues to flutter about and spout poetic nonsense about her dearly beloved boyfriend. She doesn't often bring him up, but being as he is on his way for a visit, he's all she's recently been speaking about.

"That is why I need to look immaculate. It has been so long since we've seen one another," She states before sitting in front of her mirror. Zac immediately gets up and begins doing up her hair, while she catches your eye in the reflection. "Bring me three of my best dresses, Y/N." 

"Yes, Your Highness," You reply obediently before rushing into her walk-in closet. Your eyes scan over the range of colors and fabrics, your hands stroking the satins and silks. You pick out three dresses you have always been jealous of; a teal one, a berry pink one, and a black one with light blue details.

Once you bring them out, the look on Savanika's face makes your stomach drop.

"Ugh, black?" She spits, rolling her eyes. "How long have you been my handmaid now, Y/N? I'm hardly attending a funeral."

"My apologies, Your Highness," You said, holding back your bitter tone. "I happen to think the black dress is the most beautiful one you own."

Savanika's eyes narrow and she gets up from her seat before storming over to you. "You wear it then," She says, with a look as though she's punishing you when in fact, you're elated. "Goodness knows nothing you own will be good enough for the party tonight."

"I'll be at the party?" You ask with wide eyes, excitement filling you.

"Of course; someone needs to top up my drinks, and the other staff members are too dedicated to my parents to be as available as I'll need you to be," She explains before picking up the pink dress. "This one will do. I can wear that new lipstick that Duchess Riya got me for my birthday!"

It takes a lot for you to keep in your anger at how spoilt she is, but she is the Princess after all. Your job is to do as she says, all that she says and nothing but what she says, and failure to do so could very well end in your imprisonment. 

You and Zac spend the next two and a half hours getting Savanika ready for the guests' arrival. She's a picky girl, and difficult to please, but you know her too well by now to upset her too much with your decisions. 

Once you're done, she lets out a blissful sigh, staring at herself in the mirror. "I look incredible!"

"Yes, you do," Zac jumps to agree with her, his eyes wide with terror. "You've never looked better, Your Highness!"

"Stand down, Zac," She mutters with an eye-roll, making you glare at her back. Savanika is as ungrateful as she is spoilt. Picking up a bottle of perfume, she sprays damn near the entire contents onto herself. "Well, I'm off to warn Mother to make sure she doesn't say anything embarrassing in front of my love. Y/N, make yourself look as presentable as possible and I'll be back soon."

She floats out of the room, taking the tension and stress with her.

"Thank fuck for that," Zac mumbles, rubbing his head. "I was gonna have an aneurysm if she stayed any longer."