A few minutes after finishing his discussion with William, Marcus found himself at the doors to the castle’s kitchen. Quietly, trying not to bring much attention to himself, he opened the door and stepped inside. He observed the loud activity from the ajar door without speaking.

Four young women were currently working before him. Two were still cleaning up from breakfast and the others were beginning the lunch prep. All four, looking exhausted, moved quickly. Sweat was caked onto their faces and arms.

Watching them for a couple of minutes, Marcus felt satisfied with his quick assessment of the girls. The two who were cleaning up breakfast were too old; one was old enough to be his mother even. The girls beginning preparation for lunch were more to his liking. The first, a blond, barely above the legal consent age probably, was much too tall for Marcus’ liking. It would be cruel to ever tell the girl that she was too tall to be a princess, however.

The other girl, however, while dirty and clearly barely educated from the way she spoke, had potential. She was much shorter, only a few inches above five feet. Her auburn hair was knotted above her head, which brought out her beautiful hazel eyes, not as lovely as Sabina’s of course. Their eye contact alerted the servants in front of Marcus to his presence. Before he could speak up, his target dropped the bowl in her hand and yelled loudly, which drew the attention of the others as it hit the floor.

Uncomfortable being the center of attention, Marcus firmly glared at the servants. Each caught on quickly and got back to work without further sound. Sighing, Marcus walked briskly to where the girl knelt down and tried to help her clean up the mess. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, and spoke quietly. “I am sorry, Sir, I didn’t see you standing there! I am new to this post, only a few weeks; I beg for leniency!”

The orange haired Prince continued to help her clean up. “I am the one who should apologize. I was observing your work and did not realize I might startle you. Punishing you for your surprise would be ridiculous.” He smiled at her, growing more nervous.

The auburn haired girl lowered her eyes. “Thank you, Sir. I am honored to serve the Kingdom, Sir.”

Marcus smiled again, feeling more at ease. Slowly, she returned it. He put his hand on her arm and squeezed gently. “Good girl. Hershin needs more girls like you.” He paused for a moment, thinking through what would be the most conspicuous way to bring her back to his room.

Ah, of course. He remembered the hidden elevator across the hall from the kitchen. The Prince motioned behind him towards the door. “I should mention why I am here in the kitchen. I need a servant to assist me with something.” He stopped speaking and ran his hand over her chin. “I think you will be fine for it. Come with me.”

The other servants stopped what they were doing and watched the girl, after hesitating momentarily, acquiescing nervously and obeying his instruction. She took his hand when he offered it to her. Just as Marcus had remembered, there was an elevator hidden behind behind a wall down the hallway.

Inside the elevator, Marcus noticed the girl was noticeably nervous. Still, she kept her eyes lowered and remained quiet as was protocol for servants. He was accustomed to, and expected, this sort of performance from her. Unlike his benevolent brother, Marcus strongly believed that nobles were better than commoners. There was, as he had argued with his brother since their youth, a proper place for everyone in society, or both the public and private sphere would collapse. It wasn’t a bad thing, or a sign of illness, just the way things were. He did not feel any ill thoughts towards his lesser citizen.

At the end of their ride, Marcus reflected on what he believed should be the proper role of women in the kingdom. According to his values, women had a place; at home, taking care of their husband’s dwelling and children. They should choose a husband that they can love, honor, and obey without nagging or questioning. He realized, of course, it wasn’t that easy for most.

Now in the main hall of Marcus’ part of the castle, he noticed Hayden walking down a hallway and slowing to make it appear as if she was entering a room. She stopped and made eye contact with Marcus, nodding her approval at the girl, who was now wide eyed and looking around, commenting about her surroundings to Marcus, who, bemused, humored her wild ravings.

As he explained what each room was for, he further pondered the role of women in the kingdom. It was clear to him that women had been swayed from their proper role. It wasn’t their fault necessarily; values change, he understood his were more conservative beliefs, and their empire was very fluid in this regard. Marcus held a lot of the blame at the feet of men as well. Many men were drunken, lazy, idiots. Those who did step up and share his values often did so out of disregard or hatred of women. It wasn’t right. Any women who submitted to that kind of man was as stupid as him.

Finally, at the doors to his private room, Marcus stopped the girl and let her inside. He took her hand again, and seeing her blush, slowly spoke. “Cassandra, do you know why you are here?” Cassandra nodded quickly in the negative. Pointing at a chair, Marcus motions for the auburn haired servant to sit down. She moves to obey quickly but sits calmly and, relaxing a little, smiles at the Prince.

Kneeling down in front of the chair on one knee, Marcus, brushing his hair of out his face, looked up at Cassandra. “I brought you here today because I have a job I am looking to fill. Well, two jobs really, but they are interchangeable.”

Cassandra stared at Marcus and bit her lip gently. “Sir, I am just a servant, my mother just raised up enough money so I could get a job in the castle. I didn’t finish school, I-”

Marcus spoke over her. “What do you mean, enough money...nevermind, later.” He took her hands in his own again. “I think you are qualified for this job. What I am looking for is a maid to perform some domestic tasks for me. Some cleaning, a bit of organizational work, you would be my personal assistant basically.”

Cassandra brightened a bit. “Oh! I could get out of the kitchen. It is so sweaty and gross down there. My mother says it is for the best, but how do I find a husband if I look like this?” She pointed down to her arms, which still had waffle batter on them and to a stain on her dress.

Marcus smiled. New dresses for every woman who wants one. William will love that idea. “Well, I think you look fine right now, Cassandra.” He stopped at her blush. “It’s funny that you mention finding a husband, because, ideally, I am looking for this maid to also be someone I can be seen in public with at social and political functions. Perhaps, she could one day become a Princess?”

A tear ran down Cassandra’s left eye as she realized what Marcus was saying. Trying to be brave, she softly spoke. “Sir, what are the terms of employment?”

The Prince stood up and walked over to a window to view the mid day sun. He turned back to her and spoke. “As a domestic, there is a uniform. It is much more ladylike than the rags you have to wear for cooking. You will live in quarters down the hall, so you are available to me at any time.” He paused to see if the servant girl picked up on the double meaning.

She did not, apparently as she still stared at him wide eyed, in shock. “During normal business hours you will perform your duties. In the evenings, you will be seen with me. If you accept, we can discuss your role in that regard.” He stood in front of her again and knelt down on a knee. “If I am pleased with your performance domestically, socially, and in feminine regards, I would be moved to make you my wife.”

Again, Cassandra’s eyes lit up and raised almost cartoonishly high. Finally, quietly, she whispered. “I-I-I, I don’t know what to say, Sir? You are blessing me by even offering to such a lowly commoner.” She paused again, surprising Marcus as the auburn haired servant cleared was thinking the situation through in her mind, before speaking again, loudly and affirmatively. “I accept your terms, Sir. I am honored to serve you and our great kingdom, Sir!”

Marcus reached up and hugged her tightly. “Excellent!” He pulled away, both Prince and maid staring at each other. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. Quickly, out of his jacket pocket, he pulled out the enchanted collar and snapped it around her neck before she could react.

Slowly, Cassandra’s eyes fluttered closed and then opened again. They were now wide open and very distant, almost blank looking. Marcus had been nervous they wouldn’t work, but the girl staring passively at the wall across the room sitting in front of him was proof it had worked. Since he had programmed a specific set of commands into the magical collar, it would take a few minutes for Cassandra’s reprogramming to take place.

The orange haired Prince had been pretty specific about what he wished from her to begin. He wanted the basics to be immediately programmed into her so that time would not be wasted. Later changes could be made as she was trained for marriage and service to the kingdom. Cassandra was going to be a great Princess, obedient wife, and an even better mother for his children. He paced back and forth in anticipation for her awakening.

Finally, Cassandra blinked a few times and tilted her head upward toward him. A vapid smile grew across her face as she stared at him with puppy dog devotion.

Marcus stepped in front of her. She had a beautiful smile. With some work, she would be as beautiful as Sabina. He decided to try out vocal commands. “Stand!”

Cassandra jumped up and snapped to attention. The devoted look in her eyes was replaced with the former more distant look. The smile of a ditzy teenager was still on her face.

Marcus walked around her, very pleased with the results so far. Now he needed to test the rewriting of her memories he had desired. “Kneel!” He again commanded her, pleased with her swift move to her knees. She continued to stare past him vacantly.

Cassandra woke up at the snapping of Marcus’ fingers. She looked up at him and sighed. Marcus paused, running his hands through her hair, before testing her knowledge. “Cassandra, how long have you served in the castle?”

The brown haired maid, squinted for a second or two before smiling proudly and exclaiming “since age ten, Sir! It is my duty to serve the kingdom however needed!” The real Cassandra had only been working in the kitchen for a few weeks. Perfect. She lowered her eyes and quietly spoke. “How may I serve, Sir?”

Fighting the urge to command her to suck his cock right now, Marcus further quizzed her. “Have you thought about my employment offer?” That had, more or less, stayed the same.

Except, of course, Cassandra was much more agreeable to it now. “I accept your terms, Sir. I would be honored to serve as your maid and be seen with you in public, Sir.” She looked up at him with a look of complete contentment on her face. The commoner, about to become a Princess, stood at Marcus’ urging. He ran his hand through her hair again and then kissed her gently. She returned the kiss a little more aggressively. “I hope I prove to be a potential wife as well, Sir.” Flirtatiously, Cassandra ran her hand over his arms. Marcus, again, kissed her. He touched her neck and the enchanted collar, which caused Cassandra to go into a euphoric, trance like state for a few moments. She melted into him, holding on tightly.

They kissed again and she stepped back as Marcus pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small box, which, when he opened it, contained a bejeweled ring. He slid it onto her finger. “For now, this will assign you to me. The public must see us court, until I can decide whether you should be my wife.”

Cassandra lowered her eyes submissively. “Yes, Sir, I promise to serve and obey you.” She looked up. “I do hope you pick me, Sir.” They kissed again.

At the door, Paisley stood suddenly waiting for instruction. Marcus nodded to her and she stepped into the room. “Cassandra, this is Paisley. She is a very good girl and you can learn a lot from her.” He watched the girl’s eyes spin to the servant. “She will help you get cleaned up and made over so you can please me.” He patted her bottom gently. “Now, go with her.”

Eagerly, Cassandra took Paisley’s hand and followed her out of the room. Marcus smiled, pleased with the results of his venture to find his future wife.

Somewhere else in the castle, Cassandra’s mother and sister were brought into the castle by one of the royal guards. They couldn’t believe the luck their family member had! Being chosen by Prince Marcus to attend a royal dinner. The middle-aged woman and teenage girl were totally wide eyed, like a few tourists from the countryside visiting the town for the first time.

As they came around a corner in the castle, Cassandra’s family were met by Sabina and Hayden. Before they could react, Hayden snapped a collar around the older woman’s neck. Sabina shoved the teenage girl backwards, grabbing her neck and doing the same to the girl. Both slaves snapped to attention after a long moment, eyes vacant and minds blank.

“Take these slaves and clean them up.” Sabina instructed Hayden, staring sadly at the dismal condition of their dress.

“Yes, Princess.” Hayden quietly said, obeying the command immediately. Both slaves followed the maiden obediently down the hall, up a corridor, and turned at another hall.

Sabina watched them, drawn oddly to the sway of the backside of Cassandra’s sister. She was unsure of the term “Princess” for her yet. Technically, it was a term she could not claim, but yet she was referred by it. All of this was happening so quickly, and sometimes she was uncertain of herself still. These concerning thoughts dripped to the back of her mind as she realized there were no other obligations keeping her from seeing the man she would soon marry.

“...and then I had Hayden lead them away.” Sabina smiled at her Master, kissing him again as she curled up in his arms. “Which was when I realized I could come back to you.” They kissed again. William stroked the girl’s hair gently.

“It sounds like you have had a good day, my dear.” William smiled proudly, thrilled with his future wife’s level of obedience. A few hours passed as they cuddled and napped together. They were rustled from their slumber by a soft knock at the door. Cassandra’s mother quietly entered, wearing a very revealing dress and a bright pink apron. She stood at attention and waited for command, a deep submission mirrored in her eyes. William noticed the enchanted collar around her neck and pointed to it.

Sabina nodded and stood up. For the first time, she noticed a small note stuck inside of the maid’s cleavage. Carefully, she the future Princess read the note, looking up occasionally. Finally, the blond turned back to her Master. “This,” she began, pointing at the maid, “is the mother of the girl Marcus has chosen for himself. He sent her to perform domestic duties for us.”

Rather mindlessly, the middle-aged maid served the Prince and future Princess their dinner. As they talked, she idled at attention off to the side of the dining room. Marcus’ wish for her in the bracelet had brought the older girl to a mindless, obedient, state where the only thing she knew was her current command. The children she had born, the life she had led, were erased from her mind.

In another part of the castle, Cassandra entered Marcus’ dining room after their quiet, romantic, dinner together. The pale girl’s hair had been dyed a dark red, as Marcus desired. Her body was adorned in a hip hugging silver dress. Her previously moderate sized breasts were now magically enhanced to be larger. A flood of cleavage poured out of the dress.

Marcus pointed to the couch. Man and girl sat down, relaxing, and settled in. “I hope you have had a good evening tonight, girl?”

Cassandra giggled and snuggled up to him. “Yes, Sir, thank you for a nice evening.” Marcus was impressed by how much more affluent the girl sounded now. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. The red haired girl kissed him back and ran her manicured fingers over his body. Seductively, she leaned in again, “Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?” The magic in her collar had rewritten her mind, giving the previously low class girl the seductive skills needed to please a Prince.

Marcus reached her pink tipped nailed hands to his stomach and stroked them across the bulge in his pants. With a grin, Cassandra undid his pants and immediately began to suck his cock. The obedient girl bobbed up and down, slowing and speeding as the magic had taught her. She even stopped and looked up at Marcus, like he loved, and then dove back in to rapidly finish him off. With a squeal, the future Princess of Hershin swallowed his cum.

Having Marcus’ cock in her mouth gave Cassandra a joyful, submissive, thrill. After cleaning him up, she stood up at his urging and took his hand. Marcus brought the girl back to his room, where he would make love to her for the first time. Certainly, it would be a bit of time before anything could be officially announced, but Marcus had found the girl he wanted to be his wife.