Her Revenge Her Temptation
Lucy is a cheerful human princess who enjoyed her peaceful life at the palace but mainly on the busty village streets.
What will happen when she sneaks out as usual, only to return and find out her father had been defeated by an unknown man will her life change for good or bad or gray as she tries to get back her father's throne even if it meant staying under the enemy's nose.
will she take her revenge or fall for the one person who has ruined her father.
she has to make up her mind between following her heart or be blinded by a false revenge.
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Chapter 3
C3: THE KING'S QUARTERS
Waking up, Lucy blinked her eyes as they tried to adjust to the sunlight coming from the wooden window in her room.
she yawned her hazel eyes dull as she stood up and went to take her bathe.
stepping into the mini bathtub she could barely stretch her leg, she missed taking her bathe in her large bathtub as wide as a pond.
Lucy sighed, scrubbing her skin after a while she came out with a robe.
She wore a beige coloured dress, packing her hair into a ponytail she left her room.
On walking out of the inn she saw the woman "goodmorning ma'am" she greeted the woman who smiled at her.
"Good morning to you too Lily, I thought I would have to go to your room, glad you came out, we have to go to the palace now" the woman said and Lucy nodded and they left.
CLEARSTONE PALACE
Lucy arrived there with the woman, she glanced at the sturdy gigantic gate before her she clenched her fist, the guards present stopped them but the woman gave them the necessary information they let them pass.
They went to the head maid.
Lucy might be discovered even though she had lived in the last palace of the Clearstone kingdom the head maid might still recognize her, but there was no backing out.
She stood before the head maid whose rigid face could scare many. The woman scrutinized her.
"Who is she, Eve?" the head maid asked the woman who brought Lucy.
"She is Lily, she would like to be recruited as a maid, she is good at making tea that I can testify" Eve said and the head maid stared at Lucy for a while.
"you look like a noble so what are you doing here" she asked Lucy who pursed her lips.
"ma'am I am an orphan who is trying to survive I hope you would offer this job" Lucy said bowing to the woman who raised a brow,
she sighed "fine you are selected you will be assigned to the king's quarter's, I hope you won't fail me" she asked and Lucy smiled she was making great progress.
"I won't ma'am and I promise to do my best" Lucy said firmly and the woman nodded.
"good you may have a word with Eve before going to your assigned quarters" the head maid said and Lucy bowed before leaving with Eve.
"Ma'am thank you for helping gain this job" Lucy said and the woman's lips curved into a smile.
"why won't I, you seem special so of course I would love to help you. Though she is a good friend of mine, it's surprising to know she accepted you without going through many tests.
that's to show how different you are, just be good and don't step on the king's toes and that of his soldiers"
Eve said and Lucy nodded after a while of advice they bid farewell to each other, with the former heading out of the gate and latter walking further into the palace.
the palace had three buildings one for meetings, balls and to accommodate guests, the second being in the middle was her parents quarter's it was for the royalties,
but then they had built a new palace behind the two and it was where she lived funny enough she never lived with her parents and it saddened her heart sometimes.
She didn't know where the new king stayed.
Confused, she went to the first palace but she was asked to go to the king's quarters. No one said anything more.
After a long while searching for the king's quarters a maid walked up to her.
"Young miss who are you" the maid asked Lucy turned "I'm Lily, a new maid here I was assigned to the king's quarters but I don't know where it is"
Lucy answered politely and the maid nodded her head with an 'oh'.
"I'm Catherine, the king's quarters is the last palace" she explained and Lucy smiled but the girl came closer
"be careful do not mess with him or you might be killed, some of the former guards and maid's were killed as well, and beware of his soldiers they aren't human know what you say before them"
she added whispering into her ears before gently stepping back, she hastily left a thoughtful Lucy.
she didn't know if Helene was alright remembering their last meeting a tear slipped through her eyes, as long as she could remember Helene had always been with her.
she had been her maid since they were little so she was also like a friend, she wiped the tears and headed for her own palace.
Lucy stood before the beautiful milk coloured building, she stared at a place she once lived and called home.
she chuckled it was no longer her home not until she defeated that monster who took everything away from her.
She had a strong urge to take a look at her room but she suppressed it immediately, she couldn't afford to be suspected by them she saw ten soldiers who were bulky.
she felt that something was off about them, one walked up to her "you, have I met you before" he asked and she flinched when he sniffed her.
"I haven't seen you before this is my first time here" she lied but he refused to let her go.
she felt familiar, like the one talking to the maid he had captured, but another soldier walked up to him
"Frank, let her go we shouldn't harass the poor humans they are way beneath us" the soldier said and the other reluctantly left her.
Lucy heaved a huge sigh as she walked into the mansion she saw a slightly open room.
It had been an empty room when she lived there.
her feet took her there before she could stop herself she had fully opened the door,
'oh no Lucy' she face smacked herself mentally she had the intention of closing it and walking away but a voice stopped her.
"who are you, what are you doing here" she halted immediately breathing in she opened her once closed eyes.
"I am Lily, a new maid assigned to the king's quarters but I don't know the way, I apologize for disturbing your peace" Lucy said in one breath.
The person scoffed "I would like to see the face of this maid who doesn't know where she is assigned to, come in" the voice replied it was a domineering male voice.
she hesitated a bit unsure.
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