Third story with no name.

Chapter one.

Life changing orders.

She smirked, walking up to the poor boy. "And what is your name?"

He gulped and replied. "Zokia miss." His voice was soft yet shaky.

"Sounds more like a ladies name." She scoffed, smacking him upside the head.

 He whimpered and held his head, glancing up at her. 

"Age?" She asked before he could say anything else.

"10 miss." He said softly, hoping he wouldn't be sent back to the orphanage. 

She smirked and circled him. "And who hired you?" She growled.

 He looked down. "T-The king miss."

She laughed and grabbed his shirt collar, taking him and throwing him in front of the king. The boy scrambled to his feet and bowed. 

"He said you hired him father."

 King Lariet stood and walked towards the boy and one of his daughters, not many knew of Princess Kemeri but those who did knew she was the fowlest of the royal family. However she was the 6th child.

"Thank you Kemeri."

 King Lariet spoke before dismissing her. "Boy, stand!" He said after she had left. The boy stood, trembling more than before. "Come." He said, leading the boy up the flight of stairs. The palace was red, blue, white and some black covered the walls, floors and ceilings. The boy knew why he was hired but still trembled at the thought of meeting the other help.

 The king lead the boy to a small room that had a few beds. "This is your room. You share it with 6 others. Now they must not know what you do. Understand me boy? You make one wrong move and you'll be locked away in the cells." The boy quietly nodded and glanced around the room, it looked a tad bigger than the room at the orphanage, it at least had plenty of room, even with 6 single beds.

 The king walked briskly away and the boy ran to catch up. "Down there is Kemeris room, best to stay away. And across from there is the bathroom. I suggest that is the best way to not be found."

 They took a left turn past the two rooms and went down some narrow stairs. "These are the cells. Depending on your behaviour you may spend most of your time here." He chuckled, which made the boy shudder.

 They went back to the first foyer. "Now be on your way boy! You shall find we already have clothes for you on your bed." The boy nodded again before walking back to the small room, they had put in a extra bed with clean sheets so the room looked smaller than before. He got changed, finding everything was a perfect fit before sighing and walking around the palace, he knew the three places he wouldn't go unless ordered.

Chapter two. 

Don't let them find out.

Zokia sighed, he had been given a month in his cell although he had done nothing wrong, he couldn't explain how he had managed to get out of town, nor could he explain his sudden temper over the past week. He glanced towards the stairs, hearing footsteps. 

"Are you ready to behave?" Kemeri growled, walking towards him.

"Y-Yes ma'am..." He replied softly as she kicked in his breakfast, some dry and burnt toast with a drink of water to go with it. "T-Thank you ma'am." He started carefully eating, knowing it was safer to eat than starve. 

Kemeri opened the cell door and grabbed his shirt, taking him up to the king. 

"What would you like done with him father?" She asked, giggling a little. "Throw him back in his room? Or cell? Chain him up outside?" It was clear she had a strong hatred for the boy.

The king gave her a stern look and she put her hands up before leaving.

"Have you figured out why I want you boy?" He chuckled darkly. 

"T-To use me sir?" Zakoia asked quietly, which made the chuckle into a laugh.

"Smart boy. Now, you know what to do? How to do what I need?" He asked, cricling the boy. 

Zakoia gulped and nodded, looking down. "Yes sir. When do you need it done?" He asked quietly.

Author's Note

I wrote it about a week or so ago.