The Chosen Heiress

Chapter Twelve: Who is She?

3rd Person's POV

Yoon Jeonghan silently ate his dinner. Dokyeom and Chan happily conversing on the same table. The long table that consist of around 18 chairs visibly vacant due to Rica going to bed early, Jihoon is anywhere in the castle, Junhui was told to be on timeout for letting the heiress escape, and the King...no one knows what he is doing.

"Young Master, here's your soup." A gentle voice spoke, Jeonghan looked up directly at Sora's face as she fill his cup.

She did not dare meet Jeonghan's eyes as she knows completely how he will read her mind. He cannot know what I have done.

"Thank you." Jeonghan mumbled, looking down on his soup again. 'She's weird' he thought.

Chan's voice grew louder, "But remember the time when we visited the hotsprings? I think that's my favorite."

Dokyeom slurped his soup loudly (Jeonghan winced), "Right, I just hate the fact that the water is too green. Jeonghan have you been to a hotspring before?"

Jeonghan drop his spoon with a clank on the table. Face emotionless.
"Nope. I'm done eating." He turned to the maids, "Warm the tub for me."

He left the table without glancing back at Dokyeom and Chan who looked at each other disappointedly.

Chan whispered, "You know, ever since he went back, he hasn't been joking around with us like he used to. What's up with him?"

Dokyeom shrugged, "Maybe he is sick?"

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Jeonghan's POV

I went in my room, steam is coming out of the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar.
Feeling a little confused on who could be the one having the audacity to use my bathroom without my consent, I walked over and pushed the door gently.

A maiden wearing a blue lacy dress is filling my big hot tub, adding my favorite floral scent bath bomb. Oh.

I rested my body on the door frame, watching her.
"You were the one in charge of the heiress right? Why did you let her escape?"

She turned to look at me, somehow startled, a hand on her chest.
"You scared me, Young Master." She bowed her head, "Your water will be ready in a few minutes."
She dropped her gaze to my feet instantly.

I raised one brow, "You did not answer my question, Miss. Why did you let her escape?"

Sora turned off the faucet before facing me completely. Eyes still on the ground.
"It wasn't my intention, Young Master. I went out of the room due to her orders. When I went back to fetch her...she was gone. I had also explained myself to Young Master Junhwi."

I continued to stare at her. Her cheshire eyes, medium tall nose, and pinkish lips sealed tightly. Her milky-white skin illuminated by the lit candles next to her. Someone told me before that this maiden is the prettiest woman in the castle.

"The King will ask you tomorrow himself. I'm just looking for a way that I can help you out. I trusted you, Sora." My voice came out sounding disappointed. She slowly looked up to me, looking upset.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. When you gave me the job to look after her...I failed you." She looked down.

She had been escaping my eyes lately. She doesn't want me to see her thoughts.

"We're alone. Call me Jeonghan, you know I don't like it when you call me that." I muttered, walking over to the small drawer, taking out a clean set of towels and a bathrobe.

"And you also know that I cannot break protocols, Young Master Yoon. So please don't call me Miss." Her voice gentle yet stern.

I turned to look at her, her sparkly eyes staring back. I frowned,
"You really consider yourself a maid, don't you?"