❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
You stepped into the quarters, your breath catching as your eyes took in the sheer extravagance. Gilded furniture gleamed under the light of an elaborate chandelier, and the walls were painted with scenes so intricate they might as well have been masterpieces in a museum. Plush carpets cushioned your hesitant footsteps, and silk drapes pooled like liquid luxury.
"Wow," you muttered, your fingers trailing along the edge of an ornate chair. "This room is one velvet cushion away from being an overachiever."
Behind you, Uraume cleared their throat softly, their reserved expression betraying not a single ounce of amusement. "We will take a bath and prepare for tonight's feast. Additionally, I will instruct you on the kingdom's etiquette and customs. Follow me."
There was no malice in their tone, but you couldn't help sensing an unspoken judgment—like they thought you were a wayward traveler stumbling into a palace for the first time. To be fair, that wasn't entirely wrong.
"Wow, I feel so seen," you said, your voice dry as you followed them across the room.
Uraume ignored the comment, gliding ahead with the poise of someone who'd been born into luxury. You trailed behind, stopping short when you stepped into the adjoining bathroom. Your jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Wait, this is my bathroom?" you asked, blinking at the marble tub, polished countertops, and rows of what you could only assume were expensive bath oils and soaps. "Like, all of this is just for me and me only?!"
Uraume inclined their head, their expression as unreadable as ever. "Yes. As you are now expected to act the part, such amenities are standard."
You stared, taking in the glimmering surfaces and intricate design. It was so far removed from what you were used to that it almost felt unreal.
"This place is ridiculous," you muttered, mostly to yourself, before a thought struck you. You turned to Uraume, narrowing your eyes."Wait a second," you said slowly. "You're not about to tell me you're here to wash me, are you?"
They blinked once, their face completely neutral, but the silence lingered just long enough to confirm your suspicions."Why else would I be here?" they said finally, their voice calm but with the faintest edge of exasperation.
"To supervise?" You spoke, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Bold of you to assume I'm okay with that."
"Bold of you to think I care," they replied, their tone as smooth as silk but colder than the marble beneath your feet.
A laugh escaped you, surprising even yourself. "Touché," you said, shaking your head.
For just a second, you thought you saw a flicker of something—amusement?—cross their otherwise stoic face, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
