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 4
C4:THE KING'S QUATERS 2
Lucy decided to go inside since she was caught already, walking in her breath hitched as she stared at the person before her.
He sat down lazily on the chair, his long raven black hair a bit disheveled as he stared at her with his golden coloured eyes, Lucy gulped.
His face screamed ethereal beauty and his broad shoulder showed how masculine he was.
"Oh so you're the one looking for the king's quarters" he asked and she nodded after a while waking herself.
"Good day sir, please can you tell me where it is?" she asked, composing herself, he smiled leaving her breathless once more.
she had never felt this way before she cautioned herself mentally she was here for revenge not to fall for a stranger.
"Hmn, Lily you have to go the room by the left at the end of the hallway" he said,
Lucy was stunned at how beautiful her name was as they rolled off his tongue, she bit her lips.
looking up she saw those golden eyes on her once more she sighed inwardly, today wasn't a good day for her.
"Thank you sir, I shall take my leave then, I apologize for disturbing you" she said and left immediately making the man who wanted to say more pause.
he stared at the door, he had never seen her before yet he felt connected to her he sighed, he had so much to do he left the room shortly after.
Lucy stopped before a room, it was the king's quarters. It was right opposite hers, she glared at the brown sturdy door as if it was the king.
She was unsure what to do, the head maid had accepted her immediately but then she felt like she didn't like her at all,
first assigning her to the king's quarters secondly not sending her a guide nor giving her a particular duty.
Someone tapped her and she flinched. It was the maid earlier "Catherine, you are here" Lucy asked and the girl shook her head.
"Lily I see that you're lost, I am assigned to the king's quarters as well, follow me" she said and Lucy nodded.
The girl gently opened the door and Lucy followed her staring at the interior decorations of the room.
A huge bed was at the center of the room but it was pushed against the wall with a black curtain draped around it then it had a couch placed before it and a table with three stools around it.
The large room was painted white with golden designs, same as the stools except the couch which was black in colour with little golden embroidery.
Catherine walked to the other side of the room there was a white door there which she didn't notice earlier, Catherine signaled her to come closer which she did,
The maid opened the door revealing a huge bathtub one bigger than hers white in colour beside it was a wooden hanger which stood at the left side with three different robes placed neatly on it.
"this is his bathtub, I have to show all these to you though you will be presented to him just like the other maids it is then you will be made clear what your major duty is"
Catherine explained and Lucy nodded thoughtfully she couldn't wait to see him.
"I will take you to your quarters, the maids live close to where they are assigned, so you will stay at the servant's quarters in this palace.
every other room is accessible to you except the room opposite, for some reasons the king doesn't want anyone near that room"
she said and Lucy narrowed her gaze.
so he had restricted everyone from coming to her room 'for what reason' she thought, he had chosen to stay opposite her room,
Was he expecting her or someone that could bring him to her? She sighed, rubbing her head. She was thinking too much.
"It seems you are tired. Let's go. I will take you to your room," she said as she stared at Lucy.
"Thank you very much Cathie" Lucy left with her she stared at the walls. It had pictures of her parents but not hers. She frowned.
Did they know that this was going to happen but then wouldn't have averted it?
she bumped into Catherine.
"Are you really ok, you sure need to rest," Catherine said, holding her.
"I will be fine just a bit stressed" Lucy replied and Catherine nodded
"I can relate life as a commoner is not easy, I am grateful for this job at least I get to feed my old mother at home,
you will get used to working here just avoid any trouble"
Catherine said and Lucy smiled.
she was acting like Helene, she felt the urge to ask about her.
"Cathie what happened to the old maids, it was said that the king's quarters needed more maids what of the ones assigned here" Lucy asked carefully,
"oh, though I came here last week but it's said that the king had killed them while some said they were held captive in the inner dungeon" Catherine said in low whispers, Lucy frowned
"was it necessary" she asked annoyed and Catherine hushed her "lower your voice, they are likely to be killed since the king is searching for the princess but she is nowhere to be found and they aren't giving him any information"
she had heard enough the thought of Helene being truly dead made her heart ache if she had escaped with her maybe she could have saved one person at least
"Where is my room?" she asked and Catherine opened it by their side. It had three beds.
"here the one at the left side is yours mine is the one at the middle there is a new girl that came three days ago she will be staying there, your robes are in your wardrobe"
Catherine explained once more, she had truly helped her out a lot.
"Cathie thank you a lot, I guess I will take a nap if it's allowed" Lucy asked.
"You can I will tell you more when you wake up for now rest" Catherine said and left and Lucy sighed.
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