In a state of astonishment, I did nothing except take a step back. "Ah-- um--"
"I ask you who are you? Don't you know you can't come in here?" The man scowled at me. "Thief!" he yells, his hand now grabbing my arm. "Are you attempting to take that badge?"
"No, I was just curious-- so I took it out of the box," I said, defending myself to his accusation.
"See? You took it, which means you want to steal it." The man's face contorted into a sneer.
"I did take it, but it doesn't mean I intend to steal the badge. So, could you please let go of my hand?" I asked, and he did so.
"You don't look like a servant here, and your face is strange," he carefully examines my face. "You might be a royal family visitor or a criminal, or both... a criminal that pretending to be a guest."
Really? The contour of this guy's tongue! He is the one I don't recognize; there is no such face in the royal family-- but if you look closely, he resembles a royal family member and appears to be my age.
He was notable for his sharp facial features, long-pointed nose, and curiously piercing eyes. 6 feet tall; I don't know; it's hard to guess; he has tan skin, and his hair is darker than mine. I think he's half, but he's more of a Filipino. However, his eyes are strange; it's green, which looks like a hazel color at first glance. This guy, for sure, is drop-dead gorgeous-- Wait, what? W-what are these compliments coming out of my mouth? Gemma, what are you saying? But maybe he is, but he is not familiar. I knew every member of the royal family. I memorized their names, so I was sure he was not part of the royal family.
"Get off me.," I yanked his hand off my arm. "I am King Lucien's visitor. His Majesty let me walk around the palace--"
"Did he also grant you permission to steal?" he added.
"Yes-- no!" I scratched my head. "I'm not a thief, and I've never stolen anything." When I glanced at him, I assumed he was the robber. "Wait! Perhaps you are the thief. You were terrified when you saw me, so you're trying to flee. Sometimes the person who appears to be the least dangerous is the scariest."
"So, I assume you don't know who I am because if you do, you'll be sorry you uttered those things to me." He gripped my arm once more, and this time it was much tighter as if I couldn't breathe.
I groaned. "You're hurting me."
"Don't annoy me, thief!" He shoved me into the old vase. I knew I was going to hit the vase, but I attempted to avoid it and not break it.
I kept my distance from the vase; it was safe, but I crashed hard on the floor. "Ow!" I groaned in pain.
He walked away without giving me a hand, leaving me alone on the floor. My body felt a little sore, but I didn't get any severe injuries. I sat up carefully, ignoring the ache.
King Lucien immediately called me as I returned downstairs.
The King told his two royal guards, "You can go now." They exited with their heads lowered. "Gemma, have a seat."
I'm having trouble paying attention to what King Lucien is saying. I could feel pain in every part of my body.
"Are you all right, Gemma?"
"Huh?" I came to my senses. "Y- yes, Your Majesty."
"Is there something bothering you?" he queried. "Don't worry, if it's all about Edward, I'll take care of it."
"So, I assume you don't know who I am because if you do, you'll be sorry you uttered those things to me." He gripped my arm once more, and this time it was much tighter as if I couldn't breathe.
"You're hurting me."
"Don't annoy me, thief!" He shoved me into the old vase. I knew I was going to hit the vase, but I attempted to avoid it and not damage it.
"Gemma, I spotted two students chasing you earlier as you were sprinting down the street." I had nearly forgotten about it, but His Majesty brought it up, and now I'm worried again.
"Oh, because-- King Lucien--"
"Take your hands off of me!" I didn't finish what I was about to say because four royal guards walked in with the man who had shoved me earlier, and they were holding him in his hand. What is he up to...? So maybe my assumption is correct; he's the thief and accuses me so that he wouldn't get caught, but he's unfortunate because he did get caught.
I giggled secretly. Good for you, thief! I thought to myself
"Let me guess," As he reclines in his chair, His Majesty folds his arms across his chest. "Are you trying to sneak out again?" The four bodyguards did nothing except nod. "Increase the security level to ensure he cannot escape the palace."
"That's pointless because no matter how many times you attempt to increase the security, I'll still be able to get out of here." The guy smirked as though he didn't mind chatting to the king.
"I know you're clever, but you're my son. I taught you all you know, " His Majesty smirked up at him.
Son? Wait a second. D-Do I hear correctly? Tell me it's not real, tell me it's not true ... if he's a member of the royal family, what have I done? You fool, you don't think. You insulted the prince, Gemma; he was a prince, and I even labeled him a crook. It's a total mess.
Out of embarrassment, I glanced down.
"Let him go," His Majesty says.
"Hey! Thief!" he pointed his finger at me "So, I assume you already know who I am. You try calling your prince a robber. Do you realize I have the authority to imprison you as a consequence of what you said?"
"I-I-I--" I got out of my seat. In an effort to atone for my words, I bowed repeatedly. "Please forgive me, Your Royal Highness Prince. I realize it is wrong to label you a thief. However, it is also wrong to accuse someone without evidence."
We both came to a halt as we heard His Majesty chuckle loudly. "I'm glad I brought Gemma here with me," The king arose from his chair. "Gemma meets my younger son, Prince Augustus Cynfael Clemente, and Augustus meets Gemma; she will be your personal maid."
"What?" We were both taken aback by what His Majesty stated.
Prince Augustus gasped in surprise. "Are you kidding me? Personal maid?"
"Do you want to go out and return to Borstal International School? I'll let you. However, only if Gemma is around you, she'll tell me everything you do, who's with you, and why you constantly run away."
I'm not sure what the king is saying. I don't recall saying anything about being the prince's maid.
"This is fucking messed up. You want that girl to snoop on me, that dumb bitch!" Prince Augustus yells pointing straight at me.
"Watch your mouth, young man," His Majesty warned but still looks calm. "You decide whether you want to return to Borstal."
"You're making me hate you even more!" His Highness Prince Augustus said as he slammed the door shut.
Seriously, I don't know there is such a prince. I mean, the prince should not be arrogant. He should be respectful, mainly because he's talking to the king.
On my way out of the palace, King Lucien gave me a paper bag with shoes for Allerick, Blythe, and Mama's favorite high-end purse. “Don’t tell Catina it came from me,” then patted my head. “Thank you for your help, Gemma, and I assure you I will find a way to cleanse Edward’s name.” "Since you'll be assisting my dad and I'll be the prince's personal maid in exchange, I feel it's my responsibility to express gratitude, Your Majesty." “Pardon me, Your Majesty, what do you mean by I would be the prince's personal maid?” "What I said was true, Gemma, and the thought only occurred to me when I witnessed how you responded to him. Be my son, Prince Augustus' maid. Don't take this as an order," I was taken aback when His Majesty offered to shake my hand. "Gemma, not only does this monarch require your assistance, but you also require mine as well. Regarding Edward's legal matter, I will do everything in my power to assist you. As long as you accept my offer, I will replace anything they hav
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Since we left the village, I had been peering out the window, watching every building the car would pass by. This is the only way I can keep my tears from falling. The car kept moving until I saw a familiar face, someone we hadn't seen in a long time. "Kuya Samuel?" I mumbled. "Pull over!" "But, Miss Gemma..." "Please, Mr. Osiris, I will not break my agreement with the king. I-I found the one I had been seeking for a long time. Let me just talk with him." I begged. Mr. Osiris nodded. The driver slows down and pulls over to the side of the road. When the car screeched to a halt, I went to where I had seen Kuya Samuel and followed him into the coffee shop. "Welcome, sir." "Two café Americanos and one strong coffee." "Right away, sir." "Kuya Samuel!" As I called him out, my eyes welled up with tears. He hears me and turns to face me, astonished, as if he hadn't expected to see me. "Gemma?" he said, cautiously approaching me, but instead of hugging me, he chased me out of the coffe
I can't look at the prince because of the shame I've created. The prince waited for me; he was the one who waited for me, Gemma! The car eventually comes to a halt, and I breathe a sigh of relief since I've been feeling a lot of tension since the car started. As the prince and I descended, the students immediately bowed to him. "Five meters." "Huh?" I glared at him. "You should be at least 5 meters away from me." Prince Augustus stated. "Five feet?" I muttered. I began to count. "Ah, Prince Augustus?" "The first rule is to stay five meters away from me, and the second rule is not to talk to me," Prince Augustus added as he continued walking. "But..." "Prince Augustus, we're going back to the palace." Mr. Osiris said as well as the royal guards bent down. He, too, has rules, like King Lucien. "There is just one rule I expect you to obey. I know it won't happen, but I still want to warn you. Don't fall in love with him." I couldn't stop chuckling. What? Fall in love with that a
Someone clutching my shoulder stunned me, making me even more terrified. "Newbie," said the man with long hair, who appeared out of nowhere. "Are you okay?" "Y-yeah," I replied, gasping for air. "You sure?" I didn't wait for him to finish and ran away, farther and farther, until I reached the gate. I want to get out of the gate, to run away, to return home. Squeeze Mama, squeeze Allerick and tease Blythe. But I can't, even if I wanted to. "Where are you going?" the guard queried. "Umm… ah, I'm going back." I stumbled. I first took a walk around campus to be calm and not to think about what happened earlier. I arrived at the old building. I did hear a beautiful tune at the building's entrance, so I followed the sound and was led to the far end of the building, where there was a large door. I saw one guy as I peered through the entrance that was filled with numerous instruments. That's why the sound was familiar to me because he was playing the violin, and as a result of that sound
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As I climbed the stairs, I saw Grand Silva, the oldest and longest servant of the royal family, carrying the tray of food. "Grand Silva, I'll take that." I took the tray to her. "You should have ordered another maid to take it. For whom is it? This food was not even touched." "That's for the prince, but he says he doesn't feel like eating," grand Silva sighed. "He went berserk again, throwing things around his room." "Is he always like that?" I asked. "There is never a day that he is not like that." "Okay, grand, I'll try to give it to the prince again." "Thank you, Gemma." "It's nothing grand." Instead of putting the food in the kitchen, I put it back in Prince Augustus's room. I stand near his door. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout his room. I didn't knock; I sat on the side while listening to him. There was a pain in my heart that even my tears wanted to drop out of pity for him. "Prince..." a tear tickled my cheek. I didn't leave until he was calm. I sto