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I feel myself start to slowly regain consciousness from the very needed nap. I keep my eyes shut not wanting to open them too fast afraid of getting dizzy and stretching out my limbs. I let out a content sigh and fall back on the sofa, I go to rub my eye crust from my eyes ready to open them, and when I did, I was immediately greeted by a pair of dark eyes intensely staring into my soul.
"Oh, shit!" I jump back in fright and clutch the area over my heart as it aggressively pounds against my chest while I gape at the pale blond boy before me.
He crosses one leg over the other from his position on the king-sized bed and kept his dark eyes on me.
"And who might you be? Do you normally intrude on people's personal space like this?" His deep husky voice grumbles, surprisingly his masculine voice doesn't match his angelic appearance.
I was too entranced in his beauty to hear what he was saying. That's when he snapped his fingers and I broke out of my daze, then soon after my eyes widen as I realize I was still comfortably sitting on the princesses couch. I jump to my feet and quickly straighten out my dress, clearing my throat I place my hands in front of me and let my gaze fall to the expensive creamy carpet.
"My apologies, sir. I was waiting for the princess's arrival but I had not realized I had fallen asleep." I quietly utter and did a respectful bow.
I don't know who this boy is but judging from his rich attire and the way he just casually sits on the princess's bed makes me feel like he's not one of the servants, but then again I literally fell asleep on her sofa so he could be anybody.
A scoff escapes his lips and he crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at me sharply. "Waiting for the 'princess' you say? and again who might you be?".
I gulp at his fierce tone and did another bow." My name is Normani Kordei sir, the newly assigned caretaker to Miss Lee."
This was it, the beginning of when I first met him.
We stood before each other as nothing more than strangers, strangers that were just casually bonded together by fate.
That's what I thought it was.
Now I ponder if it truly was fate or nothing more than a torturous curse. . .
