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I don’t think she could comprehend how happy I was. “Being your personal assistant is going to be most pleasurable. You are so humble, Princess. You can have anything you wish for at your fingers, but you’re so grateful for small gestures.” She held up another set of bags and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. “I also stopped at a beauty supply store and makeup shop. The ladies there were most helpful once I described you, your hair, skin, and nails. They directed me to everything I needed. Very efficient.” She was proud of herself as she gave the bags to me. One was from Sephora and the other from CosmoProf.

It was an honor to be in the presence of such skilled men. I wasn’t the only woman on board. There was another that went by the name of Liza. She was a tough, broad woman with a barking voice. She was as hard as the crew she commanded. Captain Liza controlled one of the other ships, though I was unsure of its name. While she had a hard surface, she was soft towards me. Her eyes never looked at me with anything but kindness. I knew I liked her from our very first introduction. Liza provided me with womanly advice and naturally took me under her wing when she got the chance. Unlike the others, she made a point of reminding me I was a Princess, but not in a bad way. She often provided me with a

“A masque is a masque. Alaric. My King is holding it. It’s nothing to do with me. I didn’t ask him to invite the man.” “But you knew it was in his honor and failed to mention it.” He followed me down the stairs. Speaking in a low enough voice, others couldn’t hear us. I didn’t deny that. “Least you’re not bothering to play at ignorance.” “I usually don’t.” I glanced over my shoulder at him. Increasing my pace. Alaric’s lips twitched in contempt. He tilted his head dangerously. “Where are you off to in such a hurry, Princess?” “Queen.” I corrected. Voice raising in outrage that he refused to acknowledge my title.

So instead, she sat on the stairs which leads inside her palace. The palace where she is staying is single-storied with a huge oak door in the entrance. That door opens into a walkway with plants on either side which ends in front of the wide staircase with a handful of steps. That staircase ends in front of another single oak door which opens into the main bedroom with a bath attached to it. There are two receiving parlors with velvet cushions and soft-looking mattresses, beside the main bedroom. There is a small kitchen at one end and a wash area to wash clothes and dishes. All the dishes used here are either earthenware or copperware. Copperware is used mostly used for plates to eat and g

I'd have destroyed her, had it not been for the Princess. Turning back to the Princess, I bowed my head. "The kitchen is this way because we just finished preparing the things for the meal. It was swept earlier in the morning. We will sweep it again before making the meals. We do not intend to make the Royal meal in a dirty environment, ma'am." "How dare you speak to me in this manner?" The Princess yelled, landing two slaps on my face in quick succession with her left and then her right hands. Well, I guessed so because both my cheeks felt the pain and she couldn't have done that with the same hand… Right?

~Oyon~ I shake and nod my head all at once. I watch her smooth hands hover around where she begins massaging a coconut-smelling oil on my skin. I have no doubt the dragon kept that shit in my room. That prince is big on skincare and stuff. Can spend hours looking at the mirror and practicing skincare routines or whatever it is he chooses to call it.

Just don't go easy on him, okay? As I left the basement, the groans picked up again but quickly faded into silence. Fiona took me to a room that was decked out in all my favorite colors. My graffiti art covered the walls, each piece framed, with my wobbly 'Cole' signature in the corner. Before I was taken, we were not exactly rolling in dough. Three of us crammed into one room, but we were a happy bunch. "Mom, how in the world did you end up running a casino in Macoria? And where did all this cash come from?"

"How can you bear to live here? Everything is so...basic." My mother turned up her patrician nose at my ten million dollar home with the Louis the thirteenth d閏or of which I'm so terribly fond. Yes mother, the dishes are only thousand year old Wexford, nothing at all like the gold chargers and cutlery we have back at the family home that dates back to the days of the Babylonian empire. "And the food, it has no substance to it, how do you survive?" Prime rib made just right, and new potatoes crisped in the oven with braised asparagus in Hollandaise sauce, along with accompanying dishes of roasted vegetables are indeed beneath the regal palate of my mother the princess.

Cheng Zhao and Duba also joined in. Cassandra blinked his eyes as he looked at them. Benedict had set up the toys, especially the toys from home in the kitchen. They were complete. There were all sorts of ingredients, pots, bowls, and pans. They could be used to cut vegetables, cook vegetables, and even the princess's house. There was still the princess living inside, and she had always wanted to play with them. After a while, she took the initiative to get out of Stacy's arms and join them.

I assured her. She smiled, “How about we make dinner and talk?” She suggested. “Sounds like a fantastic idea but what of the maids?” I asked. “I discharged them of their duties. I wanted to make dinner for everyone.” Princess replied. “And Mama Cox let you?” I asked in shock because she never lets anyone relieve her of her duties. She has been cooking for the Alpha family for years and refused to retire even when Dylan suggested she did because of her age. “Well, I'm a sweet girl and she likes me,” Princess replied.