Royal Alpha Alexander (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

A/N: I'm going to update the next chapter this Wednesday!

~~Alexander POV~~

After our little secret 'rendez-vous' I went straight to my room and walked toward my window.

Just as I thought; she was still there in the garden. Her long red velvet hair cascading down her small frame as her eyes, which was as black as midnight, studied the White Carmellia that I gave her. The moon shone brighter than usual and there she had a gorgeous smile plastered on her face as she continued to gaze at the flower which was now enveloped by her tiny palm.

'She's truly adorable' I chuckled.

I watched her for a few more minutes, then finally decided to go to warm bed that was waiting for me.

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~~Skylar POV~~

(A.K.A Lucy)

"Hurry up, you lazy duckling. Can't you see that its almost time for the Lord to come for lunch!" One of the maids, named Kiara shouted while while polishing her perfectly long nails. She had not been doing anything since this morning except for ordering us around as if she owned the place. It took every fibre within me not to strangle her to death. 

 I meant we, were working hard since this morning and we didn't even got a break. And she on the other hand was very annoying and kept on criticizing everyone of us. Lucky for her she didn't say anything about me. If she did so, then no matter what I would had kick her ass off.

I sighed silently and dipped the chicken breast into a mixture of egg and lemon juice as I was told. Today's menu was Chicken Français, Jello salad and caramel flan as dessert. I was ordered to deal with the Chicken Français by her almighty,miss Kiara, herself. She and I was supposed to work together but clearly all she had been was a burden. 

I needed the bowl of flour so that I could  plunge the chicken breast into it. But it was too far away from me."Kiara, can you please pass me flour?" As expected she ignored me and continued to play with her nails. 

"Kiara, give me the flour." I tried my best to sound as gentle as I could, thinking that she would at least get up and move the bowl to me.

The anger that I was patiently keeping to me finally burst into flame. I took long stride toward her and punched the wall next to her face. "Look sweetheart. When someone talk to you to give them a damn answer. I think you've had enough rest since this morning so why don't you just BRING ME THE DAMN FLOUR!" I roared. 

Every head in the kitchen turned to us, more precisely to me. But I didn't care at that moment. That girl was going a little too ahead of herself. So someone had to put her to her place.

"Y-yes m'am,"her brown eyes seemed as if it was going fall on the ground any time soon. I watched satisfied, as her frightening self got back in doing her task.

Everyone in the kitchen, was either too shocked or simply frightened. Wait why are they scared of.

I went to my previous spot hurriedly so that I could finished the dish when suddenly a spoon fell down. I bend over so that I could pick it up but quickly let out a small gasp as I stared in shock at my reflection. My eyes were becoming red.