Love For Hire

She tugged on his arm as they walked through the door of the trainers. It had days to wear Nicholas down enough to convince him to leave the confines of his palace. When Dr. Horton made a house call to see how the Prince was recovering, it had been a week since the incident, and Nicholas had finally left his room and was moving around the palace with one hand out in front of him, feeling the walls as he walked while learning how to use his support cane. Every time someone tried to help him, he would reject their help telling them he had to learn how to get around on his own. Kinsley spent much time at his side resisting the urge to lend aid, but she respected his wish for independence.

During his visit, Dr. Horton had suggested a service dog. They discussed the benefits of getting one, and then he told them where they could go to get one. It took a few more days to convince Nicholas just to go and check out the dogs.

“All of our service dogs are extensively trained from very young,” the manager said as he led them into the kennel. Kinsley knew that Nicholas was out of sorts. He was away from the comfort of his home, and his vision was greatly impaired. Wandering through a public building, he could not see clearly, had to be both frustrating and stressful. She would have offered him her arm to hold while she guided him, but he was a proud man, and independence was important to him, so instead, she did the girlfriend thing and held his hand, walking at his side while he used his support cane to feel out the world around him.

“I am not entirely sold on the idea of a dog,” Nicholas said as they stood in the kennel surrounded by service dogs in their cages.

“Oh, but Your Majesty, service dogs are a wonderful investment. They are loyal and well trained. They are your eyes. They help you navigate the world, and they are wonderful companions,” the manager said.

“Just look at the dogs, Nicholas….” Kinsley said and then paused mid-sentence realizing her mistake when he frowned at her. “Poor choice of words. Just keep an open mind. You might actually like one of them.”

“Our most popular breed is the Golden Labs.”

He turned up his nose. “Not exactly my style,” Nicholas sighed. “This is ridiculous.” He said, leaning on his cane.

“We also have a few German Shepherds and one Doberman.”

Kinsley noticed Nicholas perk up with interest. “Doberman? Now that one may be interesting.”

“You like Dobermans?” Kinsley asked him.

“I had one when I was a boy. It went everywhere with me,” the smile on his face made Kinsley smile. His past pet seemed like a good memory for him.

“Can you show us the Doberman?” Kinsley asked.

The manager led them to the cage at the end of the kennel and unlocked the door letting out an excited black pup. Holding it by the vest, it wore he ordered the pup to sit down, and it obeyed. It was very well trained. Awkwardly Nicholas got down on his knees and lay the cane on the floor next to him. Then he reached out and felt the dog, stroking its fur and smiling when it licked his hands.

trained and good with people and other animals,” the manager said as

is his name?” Nicholas

“Brutus.”

is a good

you two like

do,” Nicholas agreed. “I will

you will just come with men to my

***

He could only see what was directly in front of him. It was strange, like

she did not tell them she would be occupied for the next three months, she told him she had no phone. It was a problem he intended to rectify. So, Stephen tool Kinsley into the city and Nicholas was on his own for the night and had decided not to spend his time alone

a year now felt strange, like a whole new place. He felt like Alice through the looking glass. Everything felt bigger than it used to. He was walking

He turned and entered a room. It was difficult to deduce what room he was in. His limited vision showed dark colours and large shapes. Nicholas braved the room and walked away from the wall. As he walked into the middle of the room, he slammed his knee on a wooden bench, and he jerked forward, catching himself on the piano. He knew it was the piano because when his hand hit the keys, it made a

the room behind him. “Your Majesty,” Octavius’ voice rang in his ears. “Are you

fine,” Nicholas assured him. “I just bumped into the

you like me to help you

said, feeling for the bench. He sat down at the piano and released Brutus, who sat down on the floor next to the bench. Nicholas' hands moved

up, and he could make out Octavius' large frame as he stood next to the piano. “Nicholas,” He said, speaking as a friend and not a servant, “Do not do this to yourself. I am excited you came out of your room, but

could play only in the wrong key. He started to feel the hopelessness set in again. He was never going to be able to do the things he loved again. He could not play music, could not ride a horse, or fence. He’d never enjoy the theatre again. He hung his head feeling

Peaches.

said, lifting

as she walked his way. “You are getting better at

“Peaches. I smelled

blind; their other senses are better,” she

he said.