I was getting ready for the second day. At 5:00 a.m., I decided to help with the preparation of breakfast for the King and Prince. Chef Och taught me some basic meals, which I don't have to do because it's Chef Och's job to cook for the king and Prince. Every servant in the palace has a job to do, including me, the personal maid of Prince Augustus, who is a spy rather than a personal maid. Maids placed the meals on the large dining table one at a time. The king and Prince descend after they have finished preparing everything. "Good morning." King Lucien smiled. We all knelt and bowed our heads. "Gemma?" "Yes, your Majesty?" I took a step forward. "What are you doing standing there? Come sit with us and eat." I wasn't expecting the king to invite me to breakfast. Eating with the king and Prince is a great honor, but I'm not a member of their family. I'm one of their servants as well. "Y-your Majesty ..." "I'm sure you're starving by now," King Lucien said. I turned my gaze toward

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

PLAYING MOONLIGHT SONATA I came to a halt because of a sound that seemed to pull me somewhere. I followed the sound, and it led me to the hall, in which I barely pulled back the curtain to see who made the sound and where it came from. There, I saw Prince Augustus playing the piano. I didn't realize he could also play the piano. His face matched his sad demeanor as he played. Why is it so difficult for me to read your mind? I'm curious why you're being like this, why your life appears to be sad even though you have everything. "How come you're here?" Prince Augustus abruptly stopped playing. "GET OUT!" "I-I..." The prince gets up. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bothering me?" He grabbed my shirt and yanked me away. "Do you think I'll be nice to you simply because of what you did yesterday?" "I just want to l-listen to..." "CYNFAEL!" he stopped. "What do you think you're doing? LET HER GO!" Prince Emmanuel walked toward us. "You're now inflicting harm on a woman."

The following day, Lincoln returned to the location where I had been waiting for the prince. "Right, you're here again," he said."I don't have anywhere else to go except here," I replied. Lincoln passed the paper bag he was holding to me. "What is this for?" I peered inside the paper bag."I noticed you haven't had a sweater since yesterday; it's cold out here caused by heavy rain, put one on. Don't fret. I'll give it to you for free.""But it looks too expensive for me to accept this." I returned the paper bag to him. "Thank you, though."Lincoln ignored me and simply turned away. "Take it just in case..."I stopped as I remembered what had happened the day before. Could he have given me a sweater because of that?"By the way." As he returned his gaze to me, I cast a downward glance. "Aren't you going to the music studio? I heard they're getting ready for the event this month."I made a shaky motion with my head. "I'll have to wait for the prince to appear.""Go ahead and practice. J

After Raeanna left, I went back to the field. I’ll never forget what Raeanna said, her screams and cries. Prince Augustus despised Raeanna simply because of the decision she made for her family. Raeanna, who felt very guilty about her decision, blamed herself, although it was for her own good. I feel sorry for them. Both are in pain and are suffering. THIS WORLD IS TOO CRUEL. The practice game ended, and Borstal won, so Windsor came out in tears. Well, this isn’t the actual game yet, so they shouldn’t be too affected. The prince went straight to his private room, where I thought of giving him the macaroons again. “Prince Augustus,” I said as I handed him the box of macaroons, smiling. “I made this, especially for you. I want to wish you luck, but since Borstal won the practice game, I’ll give it to you to congratulate you on your victory over Windsor University. Chef Och, of course, taught me how to make macaroons. I hope you enjoy it.” When Prince Augustus took the box in my hand,