A displeased frown formed on the prince's face as he wondered who would dare bump into him. His sharp midnight eyes shot down at the person, ready to reprimand them heavily, but his gaze immediately soften when he saw those vibrant red-hair. Dydra's red hair was in a mess, as she let it fall on her back.
She started to panic as she wondered who she bumped into. Holding in the pain she felt on her bum, she stood to her feet and bowed deeply, not daring to look at the person. She bit her lower lip as one of the sleeves of the shirt she wore, slid from her shoulder. She looked at the person's feet, and noticed it was a male's boot. Oh no, will someone see this and say she's trying to seduce him? Or even worse, what if he wants something from her and she rejects him and he ends up forcing it on her?! Will the nice elite show up again and help her? What if it was someone higher than him? Like a lord from the royal court or even worse one of the princes?! Her heart pounced against her chest with that thought—little did she know that truly it was one of the princes.
"My lord, forgive me for not noticing you!" She pleaded.
Leonard heard the loud thundering of her heart, and a smile formed on his lips. His eyes lingered on her exposed arm and collarbone. She looked really cute with his clothes on.
"So am I so small that a maid such as yourself cannot notice me?" He teased, wanting to see if she recognize his voice.
Dydra immediately narrowed her eyes when she heard his voice. It sounded very familiar. Could it be really him? She wondered. She lifted her head slightly enough for her to see the person's face. She breathed a sigh of relief when her blue eyes came into contact with those farmilar midnight eyes. But still, the words he spoke made her remember that he was higher than her.
"Absolutely not, my lord—" she was interrupted by him.
"It was a joke," he reassured her. "What are you doing here?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at her, as he knew no maid come there—the East Wing.
Dydra rise and avoided his gaze, contemplating whether or not to tell him the truth. She figured that it would be okay to tell him, as since they have met he has been helpful and never crossing the line with her. She trusted him.
"I'm new here. I only started just yesterday and haven't been registered as a maid. Well, I was going to, but then the person tried to uh..." Her voice trailed as she recalled being in the room with that plump pervert. Her body shuddered, and her arms slowly wrapped around her body.
Leonard was noticed this and changed the topic. "The clothes really looks good on you."
A shy smile immediately enveloped her lips and she forgot about the pervert.
"You really think so, my lord?" She played along, adjusting the the sleeve of the shirt that refused to sit well.
"Yes. The hair do looks amazing." Leonard was delighted that he was able to bring a smile on her beauty face. He couldn't look away from her blue eyes. He keeps noticing the freckles, that are more obvious to him, than before.
Dydra's fingers went to her hair, touching it softly. She wasn't the type to tend to her hair, as it was very thick and long. And besides she doesn't know any styles. The person who designed her hair was Agatha, but as they were far away from each other, she couldn't. Her spirit was immediately down casted as she recalled her foster mother.
Leonard noticed this, and said to her. "Come with me." He began to walk, and she followed two steps behind him.
"Where are we going?" She asked, as she looked around, trying to take note of the route.
"To make you a maid here officially." He responded without looking at her. A grateful smile formed on her lips and she said.
"Thank you so much, my lord! How will I ever repay you?" She was truly grateful. She never knew an elite could be nice like this.
"I'll let you know in the nearest future" He said and after that, they didn't say anything to each other. He took her to the back of the castle, to the registering building. He told her to wait outside, as he walked in. Few minutes later, he come out and handed her the hummingbird seal. Dydra gave him a deep bow and they both head back into the castle.
"Why aren't there any maids around?" She questioned as she looked around.
"Most haven't arrived yet." He answered, as he took a left turn, with she following behind him.
"Why is that?" She asked again.
"Aren't you a curious thing, little fox," he teased. A frown formed on her face, when she heard that annoying nickname.
They soon arrived at his room, which had Dydra confused.
"I thought we were heading to where I would be cleaning?"
"In your current fit? It seems you like rumours." He pointed out and Dydra nodded her head, realizing this. He twisted the door knob and they both stepped in, and he closed the door behind him.
He turned to her and instructed. "Stay here, until I find someone that will give you a tour and new clothing. I'm heading out."
She nodded her head at his words and watch him open the door and step out, closing the door behind him. This gave her a feeling of a housewife watching her husband leave for work. A shy smile formed on her lips, and she covered her face with her palms. She soon dropped her returned her hands to her side as she wondered what she should do to repay him. She looked around and notice every where was tidy up, including the bed, she recalled pulling off the sheets.
She pressed her lips together as she wondered what to do for the main time. Within the past few days her life has changed in ways she never imagine. She wondered what she would have been doing, if she was in the Thelmond mansion.