I Fell In Love With My Maid [HAITUS]

Vulnerable. (2)

Narrator

Nana knocked on Prince Zane's door. 

No answer. 

She opened the door, and found no one inside, surprisingly. "Hm, strange." She murmured. She brought out window cleaner, and started to clean his cross-shaped window. She started to hum to herself, swaying her short dress side to side. 

Zane, turning into his hallway, tears flowing down, saw his door open. As he crept closer he could hear the sound of a woman's voice, ever so delicately. As he tip-toed in he saw the meif'wa cleaning his window, still singing. 

He awkwardly knocked, not wanting to startle her. She whipped around. "Prince Zane! I'm sorry." She bowed. "Whatever..." He grumbled, scavenging through his wardrobe, trying to hide himself. When he glanced around to his room, he noticed all his sketchbooks were on his bed, which was also made. The walls seemed to glisten, and the windows shone as Nana finished.  

Nana saw the tear stains on his eyes. "Prince Zane? Are you alright?" She remained where she was, not wanting to startle him. He turned around to her, tears glistening. "I'm fine..." He mumbled. "Is it because of your brothers, sir?" She tilted her head. "How... could you tell?" He looked at her. "I had the same tears once." She closed her eyes. "You...did?" 

"Yes. I was born in the middle of 11 other siblings. Everyone seemed to suddenly have all these special talents, while I had none. I've been teased, beaten, and left. I was the cleaning girl." She too, had small tears. "But you have your voice, why didn't they see that?" Zane blinked. "I was always the shy girl. Whenever I did sing, they would make fun of me, saying it was out of character." Nana sighed. "Like when I tried to be nice to you, and my brother insulted me?" He asked. She nodded. "At least you have your voice, I have nothing." He shrugged. "You have your art." Nana pointed to his sketchbooks. "You saw them??" He said, surprised. "I'm s-s-sorry sir! One page fell out when I picked it up, it's on top." She bowed, embarrassed. "No it's fine. I just didn't really want people to see them..." He said. "They are very beautiful. You have true talent." She complimented. "I uhm... thank you." He scratched his head nervously. "Sorry, if I sound awkward, I... just got too comfortable than I thought. I feel a little vulnerable." He blushed. "Oh... I'm sorry. I'll be going." She said quickly, grabbing her cleaner and running out the room. "W-wait!.... I didn't mean it like that..." He said to himself. 

"Idiot. You made the prince feel vulnerable." Nana murmured to herself, now in Garroth's room. 

Vulnerable

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter was short, I haven't worked on TDCB in a while, so look out for that next.