Shut Up

It was January, 2014 when Persephone was asked to be an assistant to the prince of Alteria. The butler, Emilia, invited her to La La's Bakery. The bakery was situated right next to Rose Wood Bookstore. It was quiet, warm, and homey. The interview was not. It was fast paced. And, that is just putting it lightly. Emilia was nice; the questions were not.

//

"Do you have any type of significant other?"

"I don't see what that has to do with-"

"Do you have a boyfriend?...Girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?"

"These are just regular questions."

"They really don't feel like it, but fine. The closest thing I have to a boyfriend or girlfriend is my guinea pig, Marshal."

"You named your guinea pig Marshal?"

Persephone gave a small smile before saying, "It's, uh, short for Marshmallow."

"Marshmallow? His highness is gonna like you."

"Well, I can only hope so."

//
They were seated smack-dab in the middle of the bakery. One, no, two body guards were posted near by. They didn't help to ease Persephone's mind.

"Why do you want to be an assistant anyway?"

"Well, for one, it does sounds a lot better than a secretary. Other than that, working for the royal family will look wonderful on my resume." Persephone tell her as she smiles, taking a sip out of her coffee.

"Well, great. You hired."

Persephone coughs, "I'm what?"

"Hired, you're hired."

Emilia's words made Persephone pause, cup an inch away from her lips.
"Are you joking?"

"No."
"Oh my goodness, I have to call my mother!" Persephone yells; her face in the state of bewilderment, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. We need you to start tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Emilia passed a packet of papers to her, all stating any and all information she might need.

"Yes, will that be alright?"

"Th-that will be fine. I just thought I'd have more time to mentally prepare." Persephone tells her wryly.

//

"Oh, shit! She's hot." Were first words Persephone hear out of Prince Louis's mouth.

Persephone's eyebrows furrow instantly. Her knuckles turn white from where she's gripping her binder as she tries not to say anything. She's dressed nice. She's wearing a red sweater dress and multi-colored heels. Persephone is trying to believe that she didn't mean to wear the flags colors, yet here she is in red, white and, green.

"You didn't tell me she was hot."

"I told you she was pretty." Emilia says to him.

Persephone rolls her eyes at that. She knew he was basically a Grade A man-whore, so this is really not surprising. It's just, and this is a small thing, that, this is a really small this, maybe this is the only reason she was hired. And this is a small problem, a really small problem, but wouldn't that mean she has no real reason to be here besides looking pretty? But, whatever. It's a job, so she decides that she'll be just fine. Just fine.

//

Fast forward six months later. Here's Persephone, completely used to all of Louis shenanigans. He wanted to run over to Mirlano Palace for a smoke? She doesn't write down in the schedule. He sleeps with a maid? She convinces not to go to the media with any details. It's as simple as that.

Walking down the long red hallway from her room, Persephone looks over her schedule for the day. It's a bit different from the prince's, but mainly consists of the same thing. Her red heels click against the hardwood. Meeting with the prince of Alteria at 7:30... Travel to Mirlano at 12:00...

Today is gonna be very busy.

Right as Persephone goes to knock on the door it swings open. A girl, a little smaller than her, comes tumbling out while giggling like an idiot. The girl waves aimlessly behind herself, walking away. She even remembers to yell/whisper a, "Oh! Sorry!" before she leaves. Persephone sighs, walking into the room with her hand covering her eyes.

"Really?"

"What?" Louis says, stuffing his dress shirt into his trousers.

Persephone tries not to get her heels stuck in prince Louis's high pile carpeting. She's been trying to get him to change it, yet he replied, "If you're not gonna sleep with me, you shouldn't be telling me what to do with my room." She scoffs at the memory.

"I met while I was visiting Zain. Apparently she's the stepdaughter of a duke or something."
"She must be Lady Layne, or Isabel. I don't know; they look exactly the same." Persephone says exasperatedly.

She waits for Louis to put on his suit jacket before giving him the rundown for the day. He nods along as she reads it off. He tries not to laugh at her monotone voice. She only adopts that voice when he has a one night stand. He watches as her lips frames every word that passes through. He coughs to cover up whatever thoughts his idiotic brain was producing.

"Got it?" Persephone says a few seconds later.

"What? No."

"Were you starting at my boobs again? Your Highness, we've talked about this."

Louis crowds Persephone up against the door. He does this often, so she doesn't even bother to be somewhat scared anymore. It doesn't stop her heart from fluttering for a second or two. He smirks at her obvious discomfort.

"I was not staring at your breasts. I was just thinking about things we could do other than talking."

"Oh! Honestly... You do know this is borderline sexual harassment."

He laughs, pressing his fingers into her ribs to make her yelp. She sighs in front of him as he says, "As if. You know you love it."

"Whatever. We have to get going." She tells him, rolling her eyes in the process.

He only smiles, patting her side, as he murmurs, "Okay, Babe."

"You know how I hate that nickname."

"But it fits you so well!"

Notes

This is just a starter chapter, so I apologize if it is choppy. I won't update this until I'm a little more finised with Fake It. I hope to get down, so dont worry! :)