Crown prince Logan sat looking at some files. "The bridge needs repair", he muttered. Didn't he repair that bridge two years ago. "Those bastards". He would hang them for using fake materials to build the bridge . That bridge was for trade with foreign countries.
He dropped it aside and picked another one. The bridge leading to Xavier was at the verge of collapsing. He sighed, to hell with these bridges. They had two bridges that led to Xavier, what was there if one destroyed.
" They must have pulled some strings, to get money from you", Amaya said. Crown prince Logan looked up at her. She was here and he didn't notice.
"Tell me more", he enquired . "The queen and her officials love money, you know that". He nodded and she continued, " Well, they must have called fake surveyors to check the bridge".
He seemed impressed. "I'm proud that I own a beauty like you", he said dropping the file that he held. "Tease me for all I care, your highness ", she said. But, he meant it. She was more sophisticated than her sister. Her dark hair and full face... She was a man's desire.
"Why would I tease you, Eve. Your literally finer than your sister ", he said no longer focusing on the files on the desk.
"Anyway, I intend to send a surveyorof my own ", he said coming down from his seat and walking to Amaya.
" Why don't you accept my offer, love", he said patting her head and running his rough hand through her face.
"Your hands are rough", she said changing the subject. The crown prince Logan looked at his hands and scoffed. "A memory not to be forgot", he said and smiled at her.
Amaya looked confused. "What do you mean by memory?" She asked. His life must have probably been easy even after the war, though he lost his parents, he had an authority no other young prince possessed.
"They are some scars you just don't want to let go. If you do, you might forget who you actually are. Do you know that?" He asked, his eyes suddenly dark and void of emotions. She nodded.
She, Amaya knew that well. Those scars were painful scars that made her want to forget it but she couldn't. If she did, she might forget who she was.
"Whatever. I was asking about my proposal", he said his voice brightening up. "Which proposal? You have requested so many", she said playing dumb. The crown prince Logan scoffed. "My mistress. I'm good you know".
It was her turn to scoff. "Which good man would want to personally destroy a kingdom because of something that happened in the past", she said and he shrugged.
"Aside that, I'm good. The people love and adore me. They are not in anyway suffering ", he pointed out making her laugh. " Too good that set me up and now I'm stuck with you till God knows when!"
The crown prince Logan thought for a while, this girl was someone he wanted to get close to. Wasn't it fate that was pulling some strings. After robbing him , she ended up in his bed. Anh her sister came begging for mercy and she used her.
It wasn't a coincidence or mere luck. It was freaking fate that was playing with him.
"Tell me,Eve, If you didn't meet me, I would still be in square one of my plan. You're like a blessing in disguise", he said and kissed her nose. She began scrubbing it with her palms. But somehow, she felt it wasn't coming off, so she let it be.
Amaya stood to go to her so called prison of a room, " No, it was a curse". She began walking away, but he stopped her. "Then, be my personal assistant", he said and she turned.
"What?"
"Like a maid. You'll be the hand that would feed me, cloth me, bathe..."
"Is this a request, your highness?" She asked looking suspicious, but yet worried.
"No. It's a command", he said. The face that always smiled at her wasn't smiling now. He was dead serious and could see it. She probably could sense it.
"Your highness..."
"Why don't you start by warming my bed. It's a little cold tonight", he said. She hated that dangerous face he always gave his enemies. She was sure he would bury her alive if she declined. So she nodded.
"Yes, your highness", she said and left.
The crown prince Logan laughed. This was going to be good. He wondered what she thought he meant by warming his bed. He had chased the maids in his palace to the other buildings. That were the only ones in the palace and his bed was in a mess.
He was sure going to love it.
Amaya looked at the massive bed. What the hell was he doing that the bed was in a mess. She had heard him screaming sometimes, though it was rare at night. Maybe he always had bad dreams then.
After sometime, she was done. She shut the windows and waited for him. She cursed him. Amaya didn't believe in curses only badluck, but living with this prince made her think different. Just then, he came in. He couldn't possibly remove a shirt because he was shirtless.
That was what the crown prince Alexandro of Xavier and the crown prince Logan of Segovia had in common.
He walked to her and sat beside her covering up the distance between them. He moved slowly to her ear. Amaya closed her eyes waiting for it.
"You dressed it well. Now, leave me be", he said in a low husky voice that for a moment, she thought they were words of endearment.
"Eh?" She seemed surprised. He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. "I chased the maids, so you're my maid now, sweetheart", he said and she covered her face in embarrassment.
"I'm not much of a cook. That's my sister's work", she said and he nodded.
Amaya left the room. Why in the world did she have to put up with this prince? It was dreadful...