CHAPTER 7: DAMIEN CREED

DAMIEN’S POV:

She was absolutely breathtaking.

I had been talking to my father in the courtyard when the cleaning company’s van pulled up. She was the first thing that caught my eye the moment she stepped foot on our land. I did not know what was so attractive about her; the palace was swarming with girls of royal and noble bloodlines, girls that were far more elegant and radiant than her. Yet somehow, she was the most beautiful woman that I had ever come across.

Whatever conversation I was having with my father came to a halt as my feet began to move on their own toward her.

I could hear my father’s enraged commands for me to return, but I completely ignored him. All my focus was on that maid. Who was she? Why did she look oddly familiar? Has she come here to clean before? But we only moved here a few months ago, so I should be able to remember her.

My feet came to a stop behind a pillar as I watched her and her colleagues unpack some boxes from their van, but my gaze was trained so