Our Beloved Prince [Closed AU RP]
Not long after the completion of the U.S.S. Enterprise's five year mission Praskoviya had found herself assigned to an adventure that Starfleet had shoved upon her. With the discovery of time travel they had sent several officers to different time periods to discover and record what the culture of those times actually was. Fortunately for her, she had been assigned to travel Camelot for five years before another ship would land, seek her out, and return her to five years past the date she embarked on.
One year into the process she had already served under several people and worked her way through tirelessly recording papers upon papers of written documents describing her findings. Satisfied that she had peasant life recorded to a 'T' Prasha figured that the next place that she needed information on was the patriarchy.
It wasn't hard to get a position as a maid, not in those times when everything had a habit of getting filthy. Her accent helped with that as well. There were several accounts in her records of business men preferring to hire foreign women for such jobs. They were easier for them to push around. But while they were other such barbaric things like this stated in her papers, the oddest thing that she had heard of thus far were whispers of magic. Magic she knew was outlawed, but had yet to see really any substance in. Psychic abilities were scientific fact in her time, and she could only theorize that this was the magic that everyone here was so afraid of.
All those past things aside Chekov found herself scrubbing the floors of one of the many hallways in the Pendragon castle. She'd scrubbed this floor twenty times before, and other floors hundreds of times. At first it had caused her back some pains and rubbed her hands raw. But now her calloused mitts went at the work roughly and efficiently. Though her plan had been to record data on the royal family, all she had learned thus far was about castle decor, structure, and what the royal family ate. The scratching on the harsh brush on the wet stone floor was the sound she was going to be hearing for the next few years as she worked her way up the servant ladder to where she could finally see the King and his family in something other than small glimpses around twisting corners.
