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 6
C6: A NEW DAY AT THE PALACE
Searching, her eyes wandered till they landed on a masculine tall man who stood out amongst the other soldiers he took regal strides as he walked to a seat one like a throne at the other end of the hall.
He wore a black royal robe, his face was masked, there was something off about his silver coloured mask; she couldn't see his eyes, one thing she needed for confirmation.
One thing was certain this man before him screamed danger whereas she was comfortable with the stranger.
Sighing she silenced her thoughts.
The head maid was there with them as well. She brought out a scroll she had seen her holding earlier and guessed it contained the names of the new maids.
After a while she heard her name "Lily, step out" she said coldly and Lucy walked out immediately feeling the king's eyes on her as she couldn't see his eyes she held herself from glaring at him.
"Present" she said just like the others.
"You will be assigned the duty of making the king's daily tea and if you should work faithfully you shall be his personal maid"
the woman said stiffly as if she didn't like the idea of Lucy being the king's personal maid.
Some of the maids were envious of her, being the king's personal maid was going to fetch her a lot more money than being an ordinary maid.
Lucy smiled inwardly. She was going to do her best to become his personal maid so that she could know him more and how to strike.
"Thank you your majesty, I shall do my best to serve you wholeheartedly" Lucy said the words rolling off her tongue happily, everyone could see how happy she was but then why she was, differed.
After a stressful night Lucy lay down on her small bed massaging her legs, Catherine squatted down helping her,
"Lily you're lucky to be the king's tea maid I'm happy for you" Catherine said and the new maids glared at them.
"true it's good you get to serve the king tea it's a simple job but quite trouble especially if the king is in a bad mood, you should avoid anything that would piss him off, that's why you are paid heavily" the new girl said,
Lucy stared at her and she coughed "um I'm only trying to help, I'm Ann" the girl as she cleared her throat.
"thank you for your concern Catherine had told me a lot about what it takes" Lucy replied and the girl nodded, then faced the wall as she lay on her bed at the extreme.
Lucy, who had made sure everyone else had their bath, poured fresh water into the bathtub and had her bath.
Wrapping the towel around her, she wore her night wear which she had brought along from the inn.
She layed on her bed and slept off.
THE NEXT MORNING
Waking up early Lucy took her bath before everyone else as she wasn't used to bathing with others when she was done she found them awake.
"Lily you didn't bother to wake us up is anything the matter" Ann said with a frown, they didn't oversleep but Lucy had woken up very early.
"I only wanted to take my bath we still have two hours before we start working" Lucy said and the girl's frown deepened,
"even so we are roommates aren't we, or is there some flaw which you are scared of showing" Ann question her hands folded under her chest.
Lucy sighed "if that's what you think fine I have a huge problem and I wouldn't want anyone to see it" she replied as she dramatically stretched her hands apart to show how big her problem was.
Ann glared at her wanting to say more but Catherine stood up
"fine everyone this isn't a time to fight,
we just met each other yesterday and a few days ago so why fight over nothing" she asked and Lucy sat down on her bed.
"Ann just like you said earlier we are roommates and should behave as one, it isn't a must that we must bath together at least it is not a rule in Clearstone palace so don't make trouble because of this"
Catherine said and Ann scoffed.
"fine if you say so, besides what do I expect from an orphan they are naturally loners" she said and left while Catherine shook her head.
"don't take her words to heart Lily" Catherine said and Lucy sighed once more "it's fine I won't, which dress should I wear now" Lucy asked pointing at the neatly folded dresses.
"the pink one and the blue one the next day" Catherine explained, Lucy thanked her.
Lucy stepped out of her room as she headed to the kitchen.
"do you know where the kitchen is, I might as well take you there" Catherine said but Lucy shook her head.
"I know where it is Cathy" she said and left, Catherine shrugged "maybe someone showed her the way already" she said in a low tone and walked away leaving Ann who narrowed her eyes.
one thing she knew in this palace at least this one, the maids loves to ignore others so how did she know the way to the kitchen,she thought and left as well.
Lucy hummed as she prepared the king's tea the cooks couldn't help but praise her the scent of the tea made them salivate.
"Lily can I have a taste of this wonderful tea" a young cook asked and Lucy smiled,
"sure but you will have to take it from the teapot not the king's royal teacup" Lucy said and the cook face smacked herself.
Lucy headed to the king's quarters only to hear heavy footsteps behind her turning around she saw him, his golden eyes brightening as they met her hazel ones,
Lucy looked away.
"good morning sir" she greeted with a slight bow and the man stared at her.
"Goodmorning to you Lily, what's that?" he asked her as he pointed at the cup she carried, she felt oddly satisfied and happy to see him and hear his voice.
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I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
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