Today I was trying my best to look like Minotaur maid, which was, frankly, impossible.

Sure, an adult shifter could change their size any way they wanted, but I AM 3 YEARS OLD DAMNIT! I can't change into a 4 meter tall cow woman! My little limbs and magic reserves aren't made for stuff like that just yet!

So, anyway, there I was, an almost 2 meter tall wannabe minotaur maid, kneeling on the floor because our beloved demon prince was angry at her. Since she was part of his father's entourage he didn't have the right to punish her though, which was a rather intelligent decision.

While he hurt his soft little hands hitting the thick cow skull he kept mumbling things about sweets and mean maids and unfair fathers. Plus some mumble jumble grunts whenever he accidently hit his arms on the bent horns that were currently growing out of my skull.

Maybe I should go and get Joseph later, the Prince was already bleeding from some scratches. He'd need a bit of healing magic and a new shirt.

Captain obvious would like to mention that, once again, I wasn't in pain and I hadn't taken any damage. Maybe someone should teach this boy how to properly hit somebody...but then again, better not. In the two months I'd been here my days consisted of lessons in martial arts, magic, strategy and tactics, dialectic and logic as well as Foreign and internal affairs together with the prince - who usually didn't show up. Everybody was rather happy about that since nobody wanted the cute prince to be part of the inevitable succession fight.

And said fight was drawing near.

As for why I was currently getting hit, once again, well...it was like this:

About two weeks ago the second prince started visiting our fourth prince, bringing mountains of sweets with him as well as a few stuffed toys.

Totally not conscious of any possible trouble our prince took the presents happily, intending to eat all the sugary treats as soon as his brother was gone and impatient to play with his new toys. The maid was obviously afraid of poison and took everything away as soon as the second prince left.

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So the Prince pouted.

Then the third prince came with a sugarcane as big as the prince himself. Captain obvious sends his greetings, that, too, was confiscated.

The worst part was that those two came again a few days ago and occasionally had stuff sent to the fourth prince's appartment in the meantime.

And our worried maid took it all.

So now the prince was venting his frustration on me.

As soon as I was finally allowed to shrink again a certain minotaur calf/shifter kid hurried into her library room and started looking for spells about poison detection. Obviously there was a rather large section. Royalty always had to be careful when it came to poison, after all.

So I spent the next four weeks alternately getting beaten and practicing high level antidote, poison detection, curse detection and spells. I really, truly wish those princes would just stop bothering us.

In the end, finally, I got the okay from my teacher that I was ready to test the prince's meals and gifts and toys. If I wasn't a demon I would have jelled 'Halleluja!'.

Well, more about my lessons and magic and all that later though. The main point was that I had decided something crucial. If there was any way to keep from being a punching bag, even if it didn't hurt, I'd do it because I really truly resent being some kind of venting doll.

So after six weeks of constand snot and tears from a certain spoiled prince I saw the light!

I don't have much time to write today, unfortunately, since the maid agreed to let me check all the presents and the prince is impatient and...oh, whatever. I'll write the rest down tonight. Later, dear diary!

Hah. I can't believe I'm actually writing a diary in this world. Nothing against you, dear diary, but the last time I had the urge to write a diary was when I was in middle school.