Maid Whisper's

In the warm embrace of the morning sun, I lay inside my crib, my eyes gently closed, attempting to drift back into a peaceful slumber.

However, my tranquility was interrupted by a feeling of unease lingering within me. Having arrived in this world a few days ago, I find myself struggling to comprehend the essence of this new existence bestowed upon me.

As I navigate through this infancy, I fully immerse myself in the experience of being a baby. The joy of slumber fills my days, and yet, there remains a nagging concern at the back of my mind. T

The memories of the real Melissa, who once inhabited this body, still stir within me. Despite my curiosity, I am confined in my current state, unable to take any action. How I wish I could unlock the mysteries of the so-called power that lies dormant within me, but for now, I remain uncertain of how to wield it.

''Waahhh!''

It's also embarrassing when I need to poop or pee; I have no choice but to call for Peta, one of my mother's close maids. She's always there to assist me whenever I need help with such things, but I can't help but feel a bit shy about it. Peta is very understanding and patient, though, so I'm grateful to have her by my side.

In this place, where everything seems so elegant and regal, it's comforting to have someone like Peta, who treats me with kindness and care. Despite my royal status, she treats me like any other person, making me feel comfortable and at ease. Her presence is like a soothing balm, easing away any feelings of embarrassment or discomfort. I can rely on her to be discreet and respectful, ensuring that my dignity is always preserved.

When I call for Peta, she comes to my aid with a warm smile and a gentle demeanor. It's as if she knows exactly what I need, without me even having to say a word. Her understanding and attentiveness make me feel safe and protected like she's a guardian angel watching over me in this vast and sometimes overwhelming palace.

I'm grateful for her presence and the way she takes care of me with such devotion. In times of vulnerability, having someone like Peta by my side is truly a blessing.

"Princess Melissa, it's time to change your clothes and freshen up," Peta said cheerfully, her warm smile lighting up the room.

Peta has been my dedicated maid, taking care of me whenever my mother is not available. She was chosen to be my nanny, and at first, I was unsure about her due to her mysterious aura. However, as time passed, I realized that my worries were unfounded. Peta turned out to be incredibly kind and gentle, always tending to my needs with utmost care. Her genuine concern for me and her radiant smile revealed a hidden beauty that shone brightly whenever she was around. I soon grew fond of her presence and looked forward to the moments we spent together.

On the other hand, I couldn't help but notice that she didn't seem very friendly towards the other maids. Whenever another maid tended to me or held me, she would mysteriously appear nearby, quietly watching. Her demeanor suggested a certain possessiveness or protectiveness over me.

Despite her reserved nature, it was evident that she was a diligent and hardworking individual. Whenever the head maid, Matilda, approached her with tasks, she immediately sprang into action, never hesitating to follow orders and complete her duties with utmost dedication. It was as if she saw her role in the palace as more than just a job; it appeared to be a sense of duty and devotion that she carried with unwavering commitment.

I know that she is loyal to us, especially to my mother, because she takes care of us and our mother tirelessly every day. That's why they decided her to be my nanny.

I see how she tenderly cradles me, her warm smile bringing comfort and reassurance. I watch her gentle touch and the way she soothes the little one to sleep, and I can't help but feel grateful that she is here to support us during this crucial time.

With her as my nanny, I know that I will be showered with love and care.

In the dimly lit hallway, a hushed conversation unfolded between two women. "Hey, did you know that he's going to be executed?" one of them whispered, her voice tinged with concern.

"Huh!? Really? Oh, poor thing, why did he do that?" the other woman replied, her tone filled with sympathy.

"I don't know what got into his mind. Some of the knights, his friends who are guarding him, said he's pitiful," the first woman explained, her voice laced with sadness.

"It's such a waste; he's so kind, and now this is happening to him," the second woman lamented, her words resonating with a sense of helplessness and sorrow.

As a baby who couldn't speak, I listened intently to their conversation from my room. The news of the impending execution sent shockwaves through the castle, and the compassionate tones of the women conveyed the deep sense of sadness and confusion that gripped the people.

It appeared that even those closest to him were struggling to understand the reasons behind his actions. Despite my young age, I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for the person they were discussing, wishing I could somehow ease his pain or uncover the truth behind his plight.

While Peta was changing my diaper and cleaning me, she became irritated by what she overheard outside. "Please, can you not discuss those things here inside? Aren't you ashamed? The Princess of Otheonate is right here in front of you. You might say something inappropriate in front of the Princess."

"Apologies, Your Highness," said one of the women, while another woman speaking to me added, "I'm sorry, dear Princess."

As the atmosphere inside the room settled, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I appreciated Peta's protectiveness and loyalty towards me as her Princess. She wanted to shield me from any potential harm or disrespect that might arise from the conversations of others.

While I lay there, I watched them attentively. Peta looked down at the container of food held by two young women. The container had wheels, and its contents were covered with aluminum.

"And why are you here?" Peta asked them.

The woman approached us with a cheerful smile, "The chef asked us to give this," she said.

Peta, my curious companion, raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Huh, what is it?"

"It's baby food," the maid replied, still maintaining her pleasant demeanor.

The Delicious aroma from the white clean plate with yellow substance filled my nostrils, captivating my senses with its delightful fragrance. It wafted through the air, tickling my senses and arousing my curiosity.

Curiosity getting the better of her then, peta chimed in, "Wait, let me taste it first."

"Sure, go ahead," the woman responded. She handed prta an extra spoon, and she cautiously lowered my hand to take it. With gentle fingers, she opened the lid that covered the food, revealing a delightful aroma.

"Mmm..It's delicious! But wait, the princess has just been born... she needs breast milk," peta said.

''Breast milk provides all the essential nutrients, antibodies, and enzymes that a baby needs for healthy growth and development. It is easily digestible and helps protect the baby from infections and illnesses, making it the most suitable nourishment for the princess at this delicate stage of her life''

"waaah"

In the midst of the room, a baby's cry echoed, filling the air with its innocent plea. The sound was a gentle reminder of the princess's presence, drawing the attention of those around her.

'Please, just give it to me! You're saying so much, and I am getting hungry. Oh, please, give it to me now,' I implored with a sense of urgency, my eyes pleading for that delicious food.

Peta's serious eyes stared at the two frightened maids who were now trembling in fear of his appearance.

"Both of you, are you sure this is the food that the chef pointed out?"

"Yes we're very sorry," they both said, quivering with fear.

Peta's face softened slightly as he sighed. She didn't mean to scare them, but she was desperate to know where the food came from.

At first glance, Peta seemed ready to commit murder, holding the spoon tightly in her hand. "It looks like you didn't listen carefully to the instructions given to you," she said, noticing that the two were now visibly afraid of her. So, she calmly approached them and said, "Return it now, or should I be the one to return it?"

"Okay, it's us, we're sorry," they said nervously.

Peta sighed as she prepared to say something else. "And next time, don't gossip about such things at work, remember that it's not allowed," she advised them, while the maid shaking their head.

"But, sis, does he really need to be executed?" asked one of the siblings, a hint of doubt in their voice.

"We shouldn't worry about that; the lives of others and whatever actions they've taken are not our concern," replied the maid firmly. "As far as I'm concerned, those of us working in the palace should be loyal and obedient."

Peta's words left the maid in awe, as if they had forgotten how formidable she was earlier. In that moment of profound silence, the weight of Peta's words began to sink in. The realization that their loyalty to the palace and their unwavering obedience to its commands were of utmost importance weighed heavily on their minds.

The thought of someone facing execution seemed daunting, but they understood that their role was to remain steadfast and carry out their duties without question. Their allegiance to the palace was a solemn pledge, and they knew they must uphold it, no matter how difficult the circumstances might be.

"Please, just go and leave me be. I've got important tasks to attend to," Peta exclaimed, eager to shoo them away. The two individuals swiftly acquiesced, departing without any hesitation.

As an innocent baby, I couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Life as an infant can be so monotonous; that I'm practically confined to observing without the ability to participate. And what's this talk about an execution? It's troubling to think I might come to regret being in this unfamiliar world.