I Fell In Love With My Maid [HAITUS]

Camp Hideaway. (4)

"We're almost there." Laurance whispered, darting his eyes around at they walked. "You better not be ambushing us man..." Prince Garroth answered, behind him. 

"Here we are." The guard smiled, pulling a branch back, revealing a neighborhood of log cabins. "Great, you weren't lying." Zane grumbled, looking around. "Nope! This is Camp Hideaway. Some of our men made this a while ago in case of situations like this." Laurance extended his arm, pointing to the the cabins. "This is where you'll be stay your highnesses." He pointed to the farthest cabin. "I'll stay in the cabin with the maid, since there are only four beds per cabin." He shrugged. 

"Uhm actually, my father, the king, will be here soon, I'll join you and the maid, if you don't mind." Zane raised his hand. "Of course Prince Zane, right this way." Laurance smiled, walking to the cabin, with everyone else following him. 

The guard opened the cabin door, and the three royals stepped in. He closed it, walking to the next one. 

"Here we are, your highness." Laurance smiled, opening the door as Nana and Zane stepped in. 

Zane looked around, spinning slowly to look at the cabin. 

The wood cabin was fairly big. It had four beds and a fireplace, with a giant bookshelf on one side. Zane looked at the beds. Twin sized, side by side. 

This is gonna be awkward... Zane thought, scratching his head nervously. He looked to Nana, who was gazing at the giant bookshelf, smiling to herself. 

"That's uhh... a lot of books." Zane chuckled, looking up at the top shelf. "Mhm, yeah, there are." Nana, said, too dazed to actually see he was there. "Tell me Prince Zane, do you read books?" She turned to him. "Uhm, no. I mainly sketch- Oh wait! My sketchbooks are in the castle..." Zane slumped, covering his face with his hands sadly. "Here Prince Zane, have mine." She reached out of her maid apron, taking out a small sparkly black sketchbook with a pencil attached. 

"Really?? Thanks! Are you sure?" Zane took it eagerly. "Yes sir." She smiled sweetly. "What else do you have in there?" He laughed. "Cleaning supplies, oh right! This place needs dusting." She took out a colorful feather duster. "You know, this can be your vacation if you don't want to." He smirked. "Nonsense Prince." She smirked back, walking over to the ladder by the bookshelf, climbing it to reach the top of the bookshelf, dusting it. 

As she dusted, Zane sat on the bed closest to the corner, opening to the first page. The first few pages were full of small doodles. They were very good, and Zane's eyes widened. On the last page, Zane looked in awe, at the secret drawing. 

He said nothing, and glanced at the meif'wa, who was humming to herself as she dusted. 

Later that night, Zane was in bed, and glanced over at Nana, who was asleep a bed away from him. He sighed, looking at the book, and put on the floor, smiling. 

"Goodnight..."

"Camp Hideaway."