OK, SO I'VE READ SO MANY OF THESE AND THE READER IS ALWAYS THE SERVANT. SO, I THOUGHT I'D MIX IT UP A BIT.
IN THIS, TOM IS THE SERVANT.
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ALSO, EACH CHAP WILL INCLUDE 2 SENTECNES ABOUT THE CHAP. EITHER 2 ACTIONS OR 2 QUOTES
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I'LL ALSO INCLUDE HER OUTFIT.
YOUR NAME IS
CAITLYN MADISON VAN HOFFS.
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Somebody nudged his side with their foot.
He glanced up and froze.
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Outfit: Pic above
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Lucky or unlucky, Tom Holland had managed to get a job as a servant in the castle. He has very vague memories of their playdates when they were younger. He got the job of the ballroom cleaner, so most of the time he wasn't doing much. But when he did, he did it with 3 other people. His new mate Harrison, a dude called Jacob and a girl called Michelle. They had the hardest job, especially after a ball or party. They were currently scrubbing away on the floor, to make it super shiny. The Princess Caitlyn was returning from her journey away. Tom worked all day, and only stopped very briefly when it was to have supper. Then he went straight back to work.
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As he turned in for the night, Tom dreamt of Caitlyn. He wondered how she looked, if she was still the same, how she spoke. What if she turned her back on the poorer people? His thoughts invaded him all night. When he woke in the morning, he was surprised to see in the kitchen. "Um, good morning, My Lady. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Alison giggled, slightly. Alison was 10, nearing 11. It had been 6 years since Caitlyn had left. "C helped the staff and enjoyed it. So, I decided to take her place." C? Oh... a nickname.
After he'd had his breakfast and talked a little with Alison, Tom went back to work. He began working on the staircase while the others worked on the big door and windows. Tom got so caught up in his cleaning, that he didn't realise how much time had passed.
The hall suddenly went deathly silent. No scrubbing bushes, no squeaking shoes. Somebody nudged his side with their foot. He glanced up and froze. There, on the stairs, her (brown, black, blonde) hair cascading down her body, her eyes, bright with excitement, in a traditional princess dress, stood Caitlyn.

Except, she wasn't the Caitlyn Tom knew.