Audrey looked up. Her heart was racing with fear. Her mind was wandering all over the place.
It's possible that what everyone says is true. If maids are the mistress of kings and princes?
In that case, she would be slaughtered, today as well? No wonder they gave Audrey the black lace.
In fact, could this man even imagine what she was wearing?
Audrey looked at Rhysand's stern face. The man bent down, he explored Audrey's entire face with his dark eyes.
Audrey pushed Rhysand back. Although the man's body is so hard and sturdy. So far, the man's legs did not move. Only her curvy body had changed position.
He turned upright.
Rhysand's long legs took a few steps back.
"Audrey, you seem so weak."
"No. I'm not weak. I uphold my honor."
"Honour? Even the maids I bought, still have dignity?" he said dismissively.
"Do you think all the maids in this palace are subservient to you? No, they dont, My Lord Prince. They're just doing their job to be paid. That's it. We don't have the right to be abused by you either."
Rhysand snorted. The man's body was already sitting on the table. His hands folded across his chest.
"Your words are too big for your tiny mouth, Audrey."
"Then what about you, Prince? Isn't the Prince's words always filled with useless nonsense?" said Audrey.
Rhysand's expression changed drastically. His face showed malice there.
Suddenly, Audrey's chest rumbled.
Barsha's words circled his brain. What if, she came home only head? What if she was beheaded for his boneless tongue?
Tch!!! Savage! This tongue is so savage!
Audrey bit her own tongue slowly. Not to the point of hurting, but effective enough to make him stop speaking.
Rhysand snorted. "You don't understand me yet. And I don't think you're worth my temper. My lips are dear to you. Go to the kitchen, make me a snack, commoner."
Audrey looked down again. A sign that she will leave in front of Rhysand.
"Oh, yes, Audrey."
Audrey's steps stopped. She half turned to face Rhysand.
"By the way, you're looking down too much. You only need to look down 30 degrees. If you're looking down 45 degrees, it means you're apologizing to me."
Audrey licked her lips. Damn. She didn't know royal manners at all.
"Isn't it, from what you just said, that you belong to the category of people who talk a lot without knowing their knowledge?"
"I'll excuse myself first, my lord Prince."
Those were the only words Audrey said. She was clearly defeated in his first feud with Prince Rhysand.
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Damn! Audrey cursed. She did not know when she would get used to this magnificent palace.
All of Prince Rhysand's rooms were on the fifth floor. The kitchen, living room, storeroom and storage room are on the ground floor.
Meanwhile, the maids' room was in the basement.
So, Audrey had to go up and down the floor, just to give a snack.
Why, of all the tasks in this palace, did she take care of that big lazy baby? Why doesn't she just take care of the cleanliness of the first floor? Why she take care The Lord Rhysand?
It felt like Audrey wanted to scream. However, her scream was crushed in silence.
"Excuse me, I'd like to have a snack for Prince Rhysand," Audrey said breathlessly.
She finally made it to the kitchen.
The head chef and senior maid looked at him. They were making snacks, kneading dough.
"Who is he asking for a snack?" asked the senior maid to the other maid.
"Don't know, maybe Mr. Mallory knows?" The maid turned her gaze to the Head Chef.
Mr Mallory shook his head, "She must be the new maid here, what's your name, girl?"
Audrey lowered her body and lifted the hem of her skirt. Typical royal style to introduce yourself.
"She's Audrey Frankie, Prince Rhysand's special maid."
A voice came from behind. Mademoiselle Edeva walked so gracefully.
"You must not have read the book, have you?" Edeva accused her
Audrey blinked. When she came, she had to go straight to the big baby, so she didn't have time to read.
After all, she was also illiterate. So, it's useless that she was given such a thick book.
"You don't understand the slightest bit about your duties and responsibilities, it turns out. I'm disappointed in you, Frankie. In fact, Prince Rhysand himself chose you." Eva insisted to her.
"You should understand the summary of the rules, duties, and obligations in this kingdom." explained Edeva still in an arrogant tone.
"Mademoiselle, that means this new maid, she doesn't understand her duties?" commented a fairly old senior maid.
Mademoiselle Edeva examined her body, and from top to bottom, from bottom to top again. "It's clear, from the way he stands, that he doesn't know anything about royal manners. Moreover, about the rules, duties, and obligations?" Eva replied disdainfully.
Audrey looked down deeply. She didn't understand any of that! Whose fault is the palace holding blind maid elections, so that skill document can pass! In fact, her body was full of scratches from farming!
Whose fault?!
Audrey shouted that in her mind. However, her lips remained tightly locked.
Mademoiselle Edeva gave off a terrifying condition, far from terrifying Rhysand.
If you dare to answer, of course, your life is at stake.
"If you don't understand, your job is to serve Prince Rhysand. From the time he wakes up until he falls asleep. You also have to taste the main meal. Every seven, twelve and six o'clock in the evening. You can't be late. Then, for snacks, each maid makes her own. . Without Mr Mallory's intervention. Because the maids assigned to the kitchen, have so much work to do that Prince Rhysand can't make a snack."
Audrey looked up. Her face was perfectly lifted. "W-what? Making your own snacks?"
"It's been done by maids before you. And passed down from generation to generation."
"How can I make snacks for the Prince, when I have to serve his needs from waking to sleeping? When do I rest?" complained Audrey unconsciously. As usual, this mouth often loses control.
Hearing Audrey's complaint, Mademoiselle Edeva gave her a sharp look. "The palace maid's hours are twenty-four hours. Don't you understand that? How dare you register here, if you complain about the rules?"
Audrey gasped. Twenty four hours. And only given a five-year holiday?
Her chest was so tight. Can she live like this? What if she died in the middle of a task from exhaustion?
Before she could answer, Edeva said again, "Being a maid means devoting one's life to the Atalaric Kingdom."
Audrey's eyes widen.
"You understand, Frankie?" Edeva threw the sharp question at him.
Audrey nodded slowly.
"Hurry to work. Make some snacks for Prince Rhysand. He's been waiting too long."
She wanted to go home. She wants to go home!!!
She wanted to run away right then and there!
Continued....
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