The King's Forbidden Maid

Chapter 15: Rome's POV

I sat up from my bed at 6am, I groaned and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I stood to my feet embracing the cold floor as I stood. I headed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like a mess. Typical. I grabbed a brush and ran it through the untamed curls, failing instantly. I just continued to brush my hair a sigh escaping me as the brush got stuck. Again and again. I sat the brush back down on the counter and looked at my hair, it looked worse than when I started. I walked over to the shower and turned on the water. I stuck my head under the water and let the water run through my hair, drenching it. I ran my fingers through the soaked curls and untangled it to the best of my ability. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around my hair then walked out of the bathroom.

I walked to the closet and grabbed my uniform and threw it on my bed. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. I grabbed my phone and checked a message.

'You are going to dress shop for the ball this week, so wear casual clothes. You still have to make Lucifer his breakfast.'  Rupert messaged.

I sent him a thumbs up and looked over at my closet. I stood back up and looked at what I had. I grabbed a black long sleeve shirt, and a black skirt. I grabbed some knee high socks and flats. I swiftly got changed and looked at myself in my full length mirror. I shrugged and felt I looked good. Rupert might disagree though. I unwrapped my hair from the towel letting the damp curls cascade down my neck and to my shoulders. I shrugged at my appearance then walked back to the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply deodorant. 

I emerged sometime later and grabbed my phone. I headed out of my room, walking to the kitchen. The kitchen seemed dead as hell, dishes being dried stating the kitchen staff had been there to feed the other staff. I shrugged and got to work on making breakfast for Lucifer. I looked around the kitchen, I noticed Lucifer...? He sat at a small table sipping coffee. He glanced up at me, then sipped his coffee more. I shrugged and walked over to the fridge, looking for something to make him. I didn't really pay him much mind but I notice his face grow incredibly red when I bent over to grab something out of the fridge. I was modest to my knowledge, though the skirt left very little room for modesty. 

I sat out some eggs and bacon then moved to another side of the kitchen to grab a pan. I heard his breathing seemingly hitch when I knelt down to grab the pan, I didn't really understand why he had such a reaction,  but I didn't really care to be honest. I stood up after grabbing the pan and walked over to the stove, placing the bacon in the pan after turning it on medium heat.

"Any reason why you are in the kitchen of all places?" I asked my back turned to him.

"I can be," he said his voice slightly cracked and I smirked as a result.

"Mhm, such an excuse," I chuckled and tended to the bacon, "You hiding from Rupert or something?"

"No, not from Rupert" he sipped his coffee.

"Responsibilities then?"

"Ha, maybe," he smiled and sipped his coffee, "something like that"

"Trying to be an enigma hmm? How interesting of you." I teased.

He rolled his eyes in response and stood up from the table. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured him some more. I watched him, he looked attractive doing something so domestic. I can't think like that. Stop.