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"Princess you shouldn't be running around. You might trip and fall," Will said softly.

"My butler shouldn't be ordering me around," the young princess whined.

"That's right Will," I said with a smirk.

He turned to glare at me. I chuckled and walked over to the princess.

"Though it'd be best if you don't run around young miss. It is true you may trip and hurt yourself," I said with a smile.

The princess smiled back and nodded happily.

"Okay Miss Emilia," she said, before walking off to her room.

"How do you calm her?" Will asked.

"Princess Alice just likes me," I said with a smile.

"You're a cocky 14 year old, Emilia," he hissed.

"Jealous?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes.

"You're nothing but an apprentice. The king and queen prefer me over you," he said arrogantly.

"Fine by me. Who cares?" I said.

He grunted and walked off.

"M-Miss you shouldn't be making Mr. Will angry," a familiar female voice said from behind me.

I turned and was faced with the woman who helped young miss dress up. Her brown hair was tied into a neat bun, and her brown eyes showed fear. I frowned and placed my hand on my hip.

"Why are you scared Miss?" I asked.

"I-I'm just worried you might get hurt," she said softly.

"I won't. I've been working hard lately," I bragged.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'll leave you alone. Ah, um, do you know where the young princess is at?" She asked.

"Probably in her room. Why?" I asked, curious.

"She needs to be dressed. The King seems to be holding an event," she said softly.

"An event? Out of the blue? What?" I asked confused.

"Something came up. Everyone's hard at work," she said.

"I'll go help where I can. The young miss is probably in her room," I said before walking off.

Damn that King. What was wrong with him? An event? Why now? What happened?

"Miss Emilia!" A male voice called.

I turned to face them but whoever it was bumped into me. I stumbled back a bit as they fell to the floor.

"O-oh I'm so sorry Miss! I didn't mean to!" They cried.

"Oh no, it's fine," I said helping them up.

He brushed his blonde hair out of his pale face and sheepishly grinned at me. I stood up straight and cleaned myself off. His light blue eyes stared at me with confusion.

"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen Dimitrius?" I asked.

"Yes but I was going to ask for your assistance," he said kindly.

"Alright. First, tie your hair up. You can't cook like that," I said softly.

He kneeled down, blushing slightly.

"Miss Yuri always helps me but she's busy... Can you help?" He asked.

I signed and gently smacked him, earning a small ow.

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