Maid In Royal

chapter 18

Sybil

"Do you think he loves her , I mean the Prince. Do fyou think he loves Ludovica.?"

I look at Genevieve. We're walking around the garden picking up some roses for the queen .

"Don't ask such questions recklessly. Someone might hear you."

"Ok but what do you think?"

"You're a gossiper you know that ?"

"Yeah. Answer me , I can't be the only one who doesn't see the love she gives the prince being given to her . It's like she's-"

"Genevieve stop . "

"Ok fine."

We continue picking up the roses .

"Who's that?"

I look in her direction and I smile.

"Henry . Andrew 's little brother."

"Doesn't look little to me ."

I look at Genevieve who's looking at Henry with a smirk . Is she serious?.

"First of all , ew Gen. And secondly, he's 17 ."

"Oh well, just because he's young doesn't mean we can't praise his beauty."

"Let's just continue."

"By the way , what's with Andrew and you . "

"Meaning?"

"I mean , are you two like me and Vito or just friends."

"Don't tell anyone."

"Really Sybil?"

"Ok , we're like you two. "

"Oh, so you're not a virgin?"

"Leave me alone please."

"I was just asking."

"I think that's all we need ."

We walk back to the house but Andrew stops us . I look at Genevieve hinting her to leave but she ignores it.

"I'm not going anywhere."

I sigh and turn to Andrew.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Roses? Are they for me?"

"No , is Henry okay ? Is he adjusting?"

"Uh yes, he actually enjoys being here in the garden. He's gotten along with the other workers also."

"That's good. "

"Have you talked to the queen yet ?"

"No , it's not easy you know . But I'll still try , I'm not used to the queen yet so it might take a while."

"Ok , I understand I guess. Is she your friend?"

"Yes, Andrew this is Genevieve and Genevieve, Andrew."

"Hi Genevieve, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too ,"

"I should get going. Bye ."

"Bye , love you."

"I love you more . Bye , Genevieve."

"Bye."

He leaves and I can feel Genevieve smiling at me but I ignore her heading to the house.

"You two are literally cute."

"Just shut up and give me those roses. "

She looks at me with a bored look while handing over the roses . I put them in the bucket and head to the crown room. The room where the queen spends her day , the third largest room of the whole palace.

I open the door and I almost drop the bucket when I see no one but the Prince.

I slowly close the door as he turns around. I ignore him and arrange the roses in the vases. As I'm busy with my task I can hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.

I try to keep calm until I can feel his presence near me.

I turn to leave quickly but he holds my hand .

......

Cyrelas

Her touch is electric, a soft spark that ignited something deep within. It was the gentleness of her fingertips in my hand. From the way she's looking at our hands , she felt the sparks too, the desire that I've been trying to avoid for nights , the attraction I've been trying to avoid for days. She can't deny it now , I can't too.

All I need for her is to nod . Agree to this unspoken pull that's dragging our prides down .

She tries to pull her hand out but I tighten my hand stopping her from leaving.

She looks at me and it's only now I'm realising how quite close we are . I take a step closer, our breaths mingling in the warm air. I raise a hand, brushing a strand of hair away from her heated face .

"Cyrelas...stop!"

Wait! What? Did she just...did she just say my name . I stopped my hand on her neck as I looked at her shocked.

Before we have the time to hide our destroyed dignities the door is already open with Sarah standing there with a gaped mouth. Even though we pulled away , she's not a child to not have noticed that . Freaking me, how am I going to explain.

I can hear her footsteps running out of the room and I sigh turning to Sarah.

"Don't."

"I was not going to say anything."

"It's not what it looks like. "

"What does it look like.?"

"The thorn of the roses hurt her and I was just trying to help ."

She looks at me but I know she doesn't believe me. The minute she opened the door we pulled apart , but I'm sure we were late.

"When is mother coming?"

"She was just right behind me."

......

Sybil

I closed the door and sat on my bed. Breathing faster than ever. What just happened. This is not me . Why didn't I push him away ? Why didn't I free myself and isn't he supposed to hate me ? Aren't I supposed to hate ? I hate him , I still do especially after what he did .

I don't know if I can face anyone. Ludovica, Andrew or even myself.