The next morning, after this very strange evening with the Prince, I find myself setting the table for him and Princess Hencha. It’s weird, but after the discussion we had with the prince last night, I see him differently.
I thought he was just a brainless idiot; mother’s son, insensitive and selfish but to my surprise this man is much more than that. I even wonder if it’s the same person.
After I finish serving the Prince and his future wife, I join Samira and the other maids in the kitchen.
Today, we don’t have much to do, especially since the King is on a trip so we don’t have a lot of dishes to do or dishes to prepare. And luckily, last night I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t stop thinking about the Prince. Why? I don’t know...
Samira- Hey.. She says, tapping me on the shoulder. You know I’ve been talking to you for a while?She smiles. Who are you thinking of, huh?
-Hum nobody. I answer by avoiding her insistent gaze.
Samira-Yes that’s it. Anyway.. how’s your arm?