For the last five years, I've lived and worked in house of Dream, a place of beauty. Here, the third prince resides, though I've never met him-a blessing that has allowed me to live quietly.
Now, I find myself in house of Illusion, where as long as I avoid encountering the seventh prince, I can continue my peaceful existence.
My new room is similar to my old one but more spacious and clean.
The House of Illusion was the complete opposite of the House of Dreams in terms of its bright interior. It occupied the northern wing of the castle. Illusion, false appearances, and deceptive impressions ruled within its walls.
The seventh prince lives with his right-hand man, Xavier, an old butler, a head maid, a chef, and two cleaning maids. The household is large for so few people, but his notorious cruelty has driven away many.
As long as Jade and I aren't assigned to him directly,
we should be fine.
We walk into the castle's lounge, a grand room dominated by a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls are lined with enormous windows that reveal a forest of leafless trees cloaked in fog. The lounge is a sea of black-black paint, black sofas, black tables. The obsession with the color is clear.
But there is,
Roses.
Everywhere.
There were roses, fresh and red, placed in delicate vases on every table, their petals whispering memories of fleeting beauty.
The staircase, winding upward, was adorned with roses along its handrail, each bloom a silent witness to moments passed.
These beautiful roses, so vivid and alive, seemed almost out of place, a stark contrast to the emptiness that lingered in the air.
Their presence, though elegant and charming, carried a bittersweet reminder of what once was.
"Welcome to Illusion," the butler says with a polite smile.
He is an old man in his earlies 50s, wearing round spectacles, with light grey hair and grey eyes. Standing next to him is a beautiful ,striking faerie woman, with red curly hair down to her waist and piercing golden eyes. She wears a long, black maxi dress with sleeves that cover her entirely, adding to her intimidating beauty.
"I'm the butler of this mansion, Ken," he introduces himself.
"And this is Ariana, the head maid." Mr. Ken looks at Ariana, who regards us with suspicion-or perhaps it's just me.
"Wait, she's the head maid?" Jade exclaims.
"But she's a faerie! It's always humans who serve as servants, so why a faerie?"
"Are you curious?" Ariana asks with a hint of mischief in her smile, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Please forgive her rudeness. This is all so sudden for us," I interject, trying to calm the situation.
Jade really needs to learn to keep her mouth shut, or she'll get us both in trouble.
"Well, let's just let it go," the butler says kindly, glancing at Ariana.
"Fine," Ariana says, a blush coloring her cheeks. She points at Jade
. "You! Jade.
"Yes, ma'am!" Jade shouts.
" You will help in kitchen with Miss ana who is cook of this mansion "
" okay ma'am!"Jade replies, still shouting.
Ariana rolls her eyes.
"And you," Ariana says, turning her mischievous smile on me,
"you will serve as the seventh prince's personal maid."
My mind goes blank.
I've done everything to avoid faeries, managing to stay out of their way even while living in their realm.
Now, I'm supposed to serve the cruel prince himself?
What sin did I commit in a past life to deserve this?
All I can do is nod, feeling powerless to refuse.
Mr. Ken and Miss Ariana leave the lounge.
Jade looks at me sympathetically.
I glare at her. "I wonder whose fault this is in the first place."
"I'm sorry!" Jade says apologetically.
"You need to learn to control your mouth," I snap.
"Yes, sorry," Jade mumbles before heading to the kitchen, leaving me alone in the dark lounge.
Now what?
They didn't even tell me where his room is.
I should introduce myself as his personal maid and hope he isn't as terrifying as the rumors suggest.
I move towards one of the grand staircases , its handrail was covered with roses.
Suddenly,
when a large hand grabs my wrist and twists me around to face him.
He's tall, with hair that shines like gold-just like the man from that night.
His eyes are as red as the roses that adorn every corner.
The seventh prince.
The man who killed my parents.
And now, I am to serve as his personal maid.
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Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
Fantasy" please don't " He pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the air as if trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of her presence. ...
