24

It was almost time for lunch and we all headed to the Dining Hall with Noah, but he wanted to excuse himself first because he wanted to work in the kitchen. Queen Josephine wanted to eat with Noah, but he refused at first saying that he still worked for us since it was his job. Ford, who I saw a while ago, was no where to be found in the kitchen. I didn’t know if he was angry or sad, but I only had a glimpse of his face and I couldn’t really see his expression.

“Noah, you don’t have to work anymore. You’re a prince,” I told him as he continues to arrange the food at the counter.

“It still doesn’t fit right with me. I can’t just adjust that quickly,” he said, focusing on the counter. He was still wearing his apron and hat, although King Ricardo already ordered clothes to be brought to his room. His room is actually moved to the second floor beside their room, but he didn’t want to move just yet. I sighed and watched him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. He washed his