SAMANTHA
The servant disengaged from the hug. She was now looking at me with an expression I could not read.
"Why are you always so uptight?" I asked. The words spilling from my mouth before I could stop them.
The servant blinked. "What?"
"The way you watch me. At first, you didn't want to be free with me. You never tried to talk to me and if I do, you shut me out.." I leaned back on the couch. "You are not a prison guard.."
The servant's face tightened. Then she sighed.
"That is how the king told me to be," she said. "And Daisy. They gave me instructions. Strict instructions. You are not to leave the penthouse without permission. You are not to eat before the princes. You are not to watch television. You are not to go to the garden alone. And they told me not to be your friend. Being friends with you means I have to compromise, and they don't want that."
"That is a lot of nots."
