Royal Pain (Rewritten)

Chapter 3

Slowly waking from the rays of the sun coming through the window, Deva rubbed a hand over her face. Snuggling closer to the silk sheet Deva hesitantly opened her eyes and frowned. The sight of old Victorian red and gold wall paper greeted her, and that was when realization hit her. It wasn't a dream after all.

She closed her eyes and shook her head. This can't be happening. There was a soft knock at the door, but Deva didn't make a move to get up. Amy came rushing in taking in the view of Deva still in bed.

"Lady Deva, will you please wake up? You have only thirty minutes till you must meet with the princes."

"Do I have to go?" Deva asked in a groggy voice.

"Yes my lady. Today is your first challenge. You are to wear your uniforms."

Deva quickly shot up from underneath the covers. "Uniforms?"

"Yes they are in your wardrobe; along with other items of clothing from jeans, sweats, shirts, dresses just about everything."

"Perfect," she mumbled getting out of bed, "how thoughtful of them."

Her first mission was to hit up the posh table in the middle of the room that was decked out with glorious food. Deva grabbed a bagel and headed for the closet in search of her uniform.

She spotted a duffle bag that had first challenge written on it and pulled out a really short pair of shorts and a tight black tank top. Wow, she thought, they would choose an outfit like this. She refused to wear the booty shorts and pulled out a casual pair of brown capris that fit her well but not as well as the tank top. It formed to her body so tightly that it was almost uncomfortable and way too revealing.

After freshening up, Amy came back into the room ushering Deva and Lacey through the mansion. They finally made it to the back doors leading to the gardens. The sky was grey, and the atmosphere was misty and clouding. It looked like it was going to rain any minute. In fact, it was already drizzling.

Amy stopped at the door and pointed out into the yard to a rather large looking gazebo. "The princes are waiting for you ladies there. Good luck." With that, she disappeared back into the castle.

"Really," Lacey complained.

They were the last to arrive. It felt as if they were all waiting on Deva and Lacey.

Deva spotted Julia standing towards the back wearing the skanky shorts. Her naturally olive completion plus her muscular legs could make any guy's mouth water. Deva felt a hint of jealously at how her friend could pull off any outfit. Julia always carried a certain confidence with every look she wore.

Deva walked up behind her and said, "Very nice," in a really thick Borat accent. Julia turned around and Deva grazed her eyes up and down her body, "How much?"

Julia and Deva laughed at the stupid joke.

"For you, baby," Julia scanned Deva's form in approval, "it's on the house."

"Can I join?" they heard a deep husky voice say.

Marcus was without a doubt a ladies man. He was naturally flirting with his blue eyes with absolutely no effort at all.

"I'm sorry, love," she said using his nickname he gave her, "but it's a private party."

Deva could hear the low chuckles of the other princes. Marcus only grinned and continued to admire her appearance. "You're not wearing the uniform, love."

She shook her head looking at the other princes as well, who were also staring at her. "Don't you boys think you have enough views of the girls' ass...ets as it is? I really don't think my body parts are any different from theirs."