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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

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"Marrying a servant?! I'm sorry, your highness, but this is nonsense! Why would Prince Byakuya marry a mere servant?! His standards are just really high, that's why he hasn't a candidate for marriage yet! Please refrain from asking such private question ever again! This only concerns his highness, Prince Byakuya!"

She didn't know why, but she felt like she had to stand up to her, even if the female in front of her was a princess while she was just a mere servant. "Oh my, I didn't think you would get this upset about it. But why are you screaming at me...?"

Taking a handkerchief, the princess began to whipe away some nonexistent tears. "I'm really saddened that you would shout at me like this, even when I invited you to have a friendly chat with me. You know, I think you're really nice, I wouldn't want to execute you."

'But I thought only the king and queen can execute people...! Also, I'm a servant of a royal, can another princess just execute me?!' Though it probably wasn't even possible, (y/n) still felt uneasy. Not because of death by execution, but from the sudden switch of the princess.

"Your highness, I don't think that this is a good reason to execute me. Especially since you can probably understand how little Prince Byakuya wants other people to know about his private life. If he wants to marry a servant, so be it. But it is none of your concerns."

With that, the (h/c) haired female bowed, turning around to leave the room. "Wait." The blonde princess stood up, dusting off her dress. "Based on your reaction, everything is true then, right? Maybe my brother is planning to marry you?" Her words made (y/n) freeze for a second.

"No, that's not true." Was all that the servant said before hurrying out of the luxurious room. "I have to tell Prince Byakuya about this...!" She whispered to herself. "Tell me about what?" An icy cold voice suddenly said. (Y/n) looked up. It seemed like he had just returned from somewhere.

At least she thought so, since he was dressed in much more fancy clothes than usual. "Your highness, welcome back!" Quickly bowing, she let out a sigh of relief. "I have to tell you something very important! Do you have a few minutes to spare?" Byakuya looked at the knights behind him.

"That's it for today. You're dismissed." The men quickly scrambled away, leaving them alone in a matter of seconds. "Maybe we should discuss this in my room. It seems to be important enough for you to demand me around." A little bit embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red.

"I apologize, but it is really important!" Shrugging slightly, the prince began to walk, grabbing her wrist and dragging her behind him. "Whatever it is, you have to hurry up. I still have things to take care of. After all, the ball is coming up." (Y/n) looked up at him and nodded.

While they walked, the (h/c) haired female noticed something: The harsh grip on her wrist began to loosen, slowly and carefully. Maybe the prince didn't even notice. As his grip loosened completely, his hand slipped down, intertwining his hand and fingers with hers.

'This... Feels really nice.' The servant couldn't help but stare at their hands as they walked, almost tripping over her own feet. "I just remembered... Did you think about what we talked about?" His voice ripped her out of her small trance as she nodded without even thinking about it. "Yes, I did!"
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