His Maid, Her Prince 4 The Trial 1

"GET YOUR LAZY a.s.s UP!" My brother yelled from the door frame.

I rolled out of bed from the heart attack my brother just gave me.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." I looked at him and saw a pair of bronze eyes staring back. I had Carmel skin with chocolate hair with grey eyes the color of steel. My brother had  ink black hair, but he had his bronze eyes with tanned skin and a "sculpted" jawline like me. My younger sister — his twin — looks exactly like him but doesn't have that "sculpted" jawline.

My siblings look exactly like our mother except for the eyes which was out grandparents colors eyes.

"Humble as ever. What do you need?" I sighed as I got up. My back hurt like h.e.l.l. That's definitely going to leave a bruise, I thought.

"Mom needs to talk to you."

"Tell her I'll be there in a minute."

Thomas scoffed. "I'm not your servant. We have servants you know." He kept rambling on and on after that.

"Tom."

Thomas didn't reply he was to busy rambling on and on about not being my servant.

I ram my shoulder into his shoulder causing him to take a step back. We were both were the same height and both had muscles built in. Sometimes you couldn't tell that he was 3 years younger than me because he looked so grown up.

He looked at me with a blank expression before saying, "I'm so offended you tried to hurt me."

"You aren't offended at all." I replied

"I know." You could hear him flop down on my bed and start typing on his phone.

Typical. Doesn't care who's room it is, I thought. Tom would strut into any room and act liked he owned it. To him it was a free for all.

I was walking down the marble hallways in the castle towards the drawing room where our Mom usually is. She always claimed it brought inspiration to her drawing whenever she drew.

I opened the heavy black painted wooden doors to the drawing room and sure enough their sat our Mother at the table in the far corner of the room.

I flopped down on the grey sofa next to the roaring fire in the white and black marble fire places. On the mantle their were my mothers drawings form over the years put in frames.

My mother turned her head so fast that her ink black hair doing a wave around her.

"Oh h.e.l.lo sweetie." She replied in her normal voice which sounding like honey to many.

She crossed the airy room her ocean colored dress falling behind her matching her eyes.

"What did you need to talk to me about."

"Sweetie." She sat down next to me and placed a hand on my knee.

"You know we have to find you a wife." She kept going.

"Yes I know Mom. I'm well aware."

"Good because you are going to do the Trial."

A/N: Sorry this is so short I'll update extra later