Wonderful life of a maid

Chapter 12: The event day (2)

The time is 4:30 pm, the meeting will start at 5 pm.

[____] in her other appearance was walking and admiring the palace.

'Wow, this Palace inside and out is as magnificent as ever...'

Luckily, the servants of all three princes were here, and they weren't close to each other so [____] could easily blend in.
As long as the brooch reserved for royal servants was on her chest, no one would suspect her. Especially when the meeting is about to start and everyone is busy.

Well, actually, a few of the crown prince's servants noticed, but they all pretended not to know.

[____] stopped in front of the familiar golden door. Sensing that the right person was inside, she knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, someone wants to send you a gift."

The voice inside echoed out, sounding a bit tired.

"Just put it away for now, the meeting is about to start, I don't have time for gifts."

"So what if I say the gift is me?" - [____] said in the cutest voice she could.

A silence.

"This way of talking..."

[____] could hear a light sigh inside.

"My lovely Highness, you already know who I am so may I have permission to enter the room?"

Another silence.

...

Another sigh.

"Do as you please."

Having received reluctant permission, [____] pushed open the door and entered with the hope of seeing her shining star again.

'The Star' doesn't look very bright today...

"Your Highness, you look strange."
"Really? Where?"

Standing in front of [____] was a man with hair as golden as the sun, skin as white as clouds and eyes as blue as the sky.
But looking closely, this person's face revealed a tired look.

This time it was [____]'s turn to sigh.

"Everywhere."

"Hm, but I'm still handsome, right?"

The crown prince revealed an arrogant smile.

"Yes, very... But I don't think this tired look of yours will suit the meeting, Alver."

Alver smiled lightly and stood up from the working table.

'What is this 'working' table... This is like a 'torture' table. If I give even just half of these documents on the table to my young master, he will cry.'

The crown prince interrupt [____]'s thought.

"It's been a while, [____], why are you here?"

[____] put her hand on her chest, looking hurt.

"It's so heartbreaking... The first question you asked me was 'why are you here' and not 'how are you these days'."

The prince rolled his eyes.

"Okay, whatever, time for small talk later. The meeting is about to start."

Alver tried to leave the room but [____] suddenly stood in front of him.

Alver stepped left.
[____] stepped right, blocking him again.
Right.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Right.
Left.

"Hey..." - The prince's voice lowered, revealing his displeasure.