Maid’s Night - Chapter 12

PR Taochaidee

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“What happened yesterday?”

Evely asked as soon as the princess came into the room after tea time. She seemed nervous.

“Last night …., last night I was so….”

Suddenly, Evely remembered what happened last night. There were many things she wanted to know: why the Princess left the room, why she didn’t return, if she knew what happened last night, why she was so calm today. Evely meekly waited for the princess to answer. After a few seconds of silence, the princess spoke quietly.

“Did you worry about me?”

Evely looked at her with a dumbfounded face. She hadn’t really thought about what she was worried about. She didn’t know if it was a concern for the princess, or for herself in this situation, or for the situation itself. But she couldn’t give a straight answer, so she just glossed over it.

“Yes, of course.”

“Great,” the princess smiled brightly, closing her eyes. “I like it when someone cares about me. In fact, there weren’t many people like that in Astina.”

Why did the end of her laugh seem bitter? Evely felt the air in the room quickly sink. The plan she had tried to find out from the sorrowful princess was somehow forgotten. Evely approached her in a soothing, gentle voice.

“You’re a princess, but why is no one worried? You’re so noble and beautiful.”

The princess turned to Evely and asked in an impossible voice, “Do I look noble and beautiful to you?”

“Of course you do.”

“How old are you, Evely?”

Evely hesitated for a moment, then began to count, folding her fingers up one by one. Then she quickly gave a clear answer.

“I’m nineteen.”

‘Nineteen…nineteen.’

Mumbled the nineteen-year-old princess, as if she was thinking about something.

“I’m twenty-three.”

‘Why are we talking about it?’ Evely thought, and the princess’ words continued.

“But what do you think about trapping a woman who was noble in a cold valley without a speck of light until she was twenty-three years old?”

Her voice sounded cold as she spoke quietly. The strangely suppressed endings were self-mocking.

“What do you think?”

Evely stood there, unable to answer. As she hesitated, not knowing what to say, the princess’s voice rang again.

“The one who brought me out was the Count.”

“The Count?”

Rosie, who paused for a moment, nodded immediately.

“He kept his promise to me…”

“If it’s a promise….”

“He’s supposed to get me out of there.”

“Do you really know each other?”

‘How are you feeling?’

Evely recalled Alec’s concerned voice earlier when he asked the Princess.

His voice was cold, as usual, but with a subtle, deep, sensitive tone. She was surprised that he was capable of saying that to someone.

“I’m grateful.”

At the Princess’s words, Evely felt guilty and bit her lip. The princess may or may not have known what she had done with the Count last night. Although it was by her master’s order, the fact that she had wrapped herself with him in the room without a bride was not something that could be withheld.

The servant and the master sleeping together was as common as the clouds in the sky, but the wife who bullied the servant and the master was also as common as the wind that blew.

But the Princess was strangely generous to her. Evely thought so.

“The Count is nothing but my savior.”

Looking at the princess’ innocent face, Evely smiled without being able to add anything.

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Oh, she said he was her savior!

Evely ruffled her neatly braid hair, looking like she was about to cry.

No, I don’t think the Princess would abandon her Savior and run away again.

“Can you bring me a cup of tea?”

After finishing dinner, the princess asked for a cup of tea. No, there were too many varieties to call it a cup. A cup “each” would have been more accurate. She asked for five different kinds of teas, each with a different temperature. Evely went to the kitchen to elaborate on her order and returned to the Princess’s room, but the door did not open. By the time she sensed the ominous feeling and banged on the door madly and got the key from another servant, it was already too late. When she opened the door, only the curtains were fluttering through the open window, and the princess had disappeared again.

She didn’t expect this would happen once again.

She didn’t think she would be waiting for her master in front of the princess’s bedroom again like this! Her hands were sweaty and her throat was thirsty as the casual footsteps approached. Somehow she was hoping those footsteps belonged to Charlotte or Briana. No, she should wish that those footsteps went to another room.

Unfortunately, her hopes were completely dashed, and the footsteps ended up in front of the bedroom. Her master’s voice fell on her head as she nodded politely.

“Open it.”

Swallowing a long sigh, Evely gave the same answer as yesterday.

“She’s out.”

“Again today?”

“Yes….”

“She’s out for a night walk?”

“Yes….,” she hesitated, her lips were moving, but not knowing what to say.

As Alec passed her, he reached out and opened the door to the room. Sure enough, it was quiet. One step at a time, he walked around the room calmly. He looked casually through the open windows and other places.

He wasn’t as angry today as he was yesterday, but his expression and demeanor were cold and not very reassuring.

More than anything, she was most afraid of the fact that she couldn’t understand what he was thinking. It was like when he treated the princess at tea time, but in a completely different way.

“I just turned away and this happened.”

Evely, who had been quietly watching her master’s back, dropped to the floor as she slumped to the spot.

“I neglected my duty. It’s all my fault.”

She faced down on the floor and apologized in a sincere voice. It was frustrating at first, but it was her own fault that she wasn’t able to stop the Princess today. Alec sat down on the bed with a smirk on his face, as if he saw something funny. The entire bed shook violently as the tall, lanky men sat down. Seeing her head, he asked in a rogue voice.

“What’s your duty?”

“Huh……?”

“I asked what do you do?”

Evely flustered, gently raised her head. A confused look on her face passed the solid bridge and hovered near his thighs. Suddenly the question sounded like it was to test her, and it seemed that she had to give the obvious answer. Evely began to pull out words from her complex and tangled mind.

“My job is to wipe the banisters, sweep the floor, help set up for the teatime, and serve the Princess.”

“Is that all?”

Evely winced at the intimidating voice.

‘Think of something!’

She tried hard to think, but she couldn’t guess what her master wanted.

“Ah..ah..Oh! Help the maids diligently, as a member of the mansion….”

“No, no. No, no, no,” he interrupted Evely nonchalantly.