As madam Sirpie showed our new king around the castle, I couldn't help but eavesdrop into their conversation.
"Who sleeps in here?" Asked a deep male voice. Madam Sirpie gave a small chuckle.
"That's where the servants sleep." she told him.
I heard more foot steps approach my way, so I started cleaning like I was supposed to.
"And who is this?" He asked. Politly, I turned around. His tall frame looked small in the threshold of the door frame. His long, dark, curly hair fell to the side and then down his shoulders. His face was pale, and a content smile played on his pink lips.
"Oh, sir Harold, that's just a peasent girl. we Wouldn't want to be talking to her, now would we?"
He looked back at me and I slightly raised my eye brows for only him to notice. The corners of his lips twitched, but he turned back to madam serpie.
"Please," he started turning around, but I couldn't help but notice that he threw over his shoulder "Call me Harry."
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