forbiden story, forbidden kiss

“This is a forbidden story of a forbidden kiss.” My grandmother and i sat on her front porch watching the butterflys play with the flowers as she told her story. grams stories were always the answers to my problems. “but i dont have a problem this time gram.” i had said
she had smiled and said “not yet, you dont.”
she had a look in her eyes as if she knew something i didnt. i wanted to know what that something was, so i sat with her on the porch and listened. “this is a forbidden story of a forbidden kiss…”

It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright and the animals and flowers were awake. It was the first day of spring. I sat on a blanket in the garden watching the butterflies when my mother called me into the castle. she wanted me to meet the new servants. My mother wanted me to be familiar with all the servants in the castle, i wasnt sure wether it was to be friendly or to keep a better eye on them.
Andrea was 12, a year younger than me, but she was almost taller. Her hair was short and choppy and the color of hay. Brown eyes poked out from behind stragely bangs. she smiled and waved a small hand at me. Her mom frowned and cleared her throat. Turning back to me, Andrea curtsied in her old brown dress.
“Good evening, your highness.”
“Good evening.” i replied with a small nod my mother had taut me to always do. ‘it shows them enough respect, but not more than they deserve.’ she had told me
“Andrea and her mother will be working in the kitchen. when she is done with her duties and you are done with your lessons, you both may play.” my mother explained
‘of course she wouldnt care if i played with a servant’ ithought ‘as long as i was out of her way’

today is all rainy so i must stay inside. Apparently princesses cant get wet.
I was sitting by a window prettending to read my boring french lessons when ‘she’ plops down next to me. plops was the perfect word i believe, because she was soaking wet and made a noise when she sat.
“come with me.”
Now i know any sensible, proper young lady would turn up her nose at a soggy servant girl, but i dont believe myself to be very sensible, and as unbelievable as it sounds, im not very proper either.