Prince\'s Pet

Part 8

Peaz and I worked in silence as we set up the sides and roof of her cage, welding them with our ki. This was partially to avoid waking my Prince, and partially out of awkwardness. I showed Peaz where the linens were kept, and we got a pallet, pillow, and blanket for her. The sun was just beginning to light the dawn sky when we finished.

A sound from my Prince's bedroom sent me scrambling into the remainder of my morning routine: I drew a glass of juice, collected my Prince's robes for the day, and tiptoed into his Highness's bedroom. I knelt by the bed, holding up the items, and remembered Peaz. I glanced over my shoulder and whispered, "I don't know what his Highness wants you to do, but for now you can wait just inside the door."

She promptly knelt down on one knee, other leg extended behind her, in a sort of half kowtow. Her gaze was trained on the bed through her bangs, and I got the feeling she was trying to best me. I turned back to my Prince.

His Highness drew the curtain aside a minute later, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he took the glass from me. My Prince sipped the juice, smiling contently at the refreshment, and took the fresh wrap, donning it. He smiled at me, ruffling my hair as he rose to go to the shower.

I folded the discarded nightclothes, putting them in the laundry basket to take away later. My Prince called from inside the master bath, "Korn, my towel! Peaz, come in here. I told you that today you shall observe, and tomorrow you'll have tasks."

I brought out a large, fluffy white bath-towel and entered the bathroom, handing it to my Prince. Peaz stood up and followed, looking slightly annoyed that her form went unnoticed. My Prince dried off, then wrapped the towel around his waist. I pulled out a hairbrush, running it through my Prince's royal mane until it returned to its usual, gravity-defying shape.

After my Prince pulled on his training uniform, I put the brush away, stepped forward, and knelt to hold the door for him into the main room. My Prince ran his hand through my spikes as he passed, and I smiled before following him, still on hands and knees.

His Highness clipped my chain to my collar and led Peaz and I toward the main door. I started forward to hold the door as usual, but Peaz darted in front of me and held it herself. I glared at her, but my Prince let it pass, so I did as well.

I noticed, however, that my Prince made no move to touch her hair.