Dangerous Waters {Dualscar x Slave Reader}

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==> Reader: Clean The Throne Room

After fetching the broom from the nearby supply closet, you had set about sweeping the large Throne Room. Yes, it was a big room for such a little servant to clean, but it had to be done and it was one of your jobs to do. There was no way to get around it, and leaving it uncleaned would not go without punishment. Although, you were not entirely sure that was true, since you had never attempted to refuse your duties in this place. You were pretty sure you didn't want to test it today though, and so you kept on. It would take a while, but you had mastered the art of time management, so you knew how to get through with a tedious task without losing too much of the night.

Somewhere half way through, you had found yourself humming quietly to yourself. It was a tune that you had heard one of the other servants play one day, when you were all supposed to be asleep. He had a small instrument which he kept hidden under his pillow, and would often make up and play little tunes when he was sure that your owner had gone to bed or was out at sea. There were times where your owner would leave on trips that would sometimes take a few nights or even perigrees, and that was a time when the servants were a bit calmer and more relaxed. You loved those nights.

No one ever tried to escape though, for some reason. You figured it was their fear of being caught and culled. Anyhow, since there was no one around, you had found it safe to hum the little melody. This lead to a rhythm in your sweeping and a lighter step in your movements. You took no notice of this, and soon found yourself finished with your sweeping. You cast an empty gaze around the room to make sure you got every speck of visible dirt before sweeping up the small pile of filth you had collected and discarding it into the nearest waste container.

Returning the broom to the closet, you fetched the mop and container of water that was kept inside and went to polishing up the room. You had most of the pale floor nearly sparkling, and your humming had gotten a little louder, when a cold chill up your spine made you pause in your work. You looked around the room. It was still empty, save for you and your tools of cleaning. Recently you have found yourself becoming more paranoid and jumpy. This could possibly of been from your lack of sleep. There were even times when you would see things from the corners of your eyes but there wouldn't be anything there.

You shake your head, going back to your work though silencing your voice so you could listen should anyone enter the room. Again, you felt that chill, and had to pause for a second time. Your eyes scan the mostly-clean area, taking in the lilac tinted walls and silver lining of the room with the white ceiling and glistening tile floor. Most of the things in this place were some shade of violet or silver. A few things were gold or a more ordinary color, but the rooms tended to have a naturally bland look, though intricate and royal all the same. You finished with the floor quickly, deciding it was nothing before rolling up your sleeves and taking the sponge at the bottom of the water container. You set the mop against the wall and trotted over to the two thrones that sat regally atop a small platform in the center of the far wall.

Stepping up the few stairs it took to stand on top of the platform, you set to work carefully scrubbing down the thrones and floor. You were extra careful not to get water on the cushion parts of the thrones. He would certainly have your head for that. Wouldn't he? Upon scrubbing the legs of the slightly larger throne, you pause and look at the deep violet cushions. They looked soft and inviting, something that was obviously made for highblooded comfort. Although....

You glance around nervously at what your mind comes up with. You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. Who knew what kind of trouble you could get into for doing something so blatantly stupid? But... no one would be around to see, right? And just a real quick seat wouldn't hurt... right? The more you gazed upon the silken-covered seat, the more inviting it became. You swallowed. Standing from your knelt position, you pause once more upon the chill that runs along your spine and scatters your poor nerves. Nope, nope, nope!

You quickly go back to what you were originally doing. You were going to get caught! It was stupid just to think you could get away with something like that! Sitting in his throne? Have you lost your ever-loving mind? Of course, you suppose you can't lose something you really never had. Ugh, that was a horrible joke. You clear your mind and focus on the task at hand. God, you were getting so easily sidetracked tonight. What was wrong with you?

Finishing up as quickly but as efficiently as you could, you gathered your supplies before setting them back in the closet. You emptied the water in the container into the sink that was to the left before refilling it and setting it in its proper place. You then wiped your hands on your black pants and set off to where you were next needed: the kitchen.