Robellia told Genevieve the entire story before they headed back to the kitchen. Genevieve seemed troubled by the news, and Robellia wondered why. They went back to preparing dinner for the royal family. With the crowned prince's arrival, the head maid, Madame Sino, had a lot of orders on how the meal should be cooked, so it was more hectic than usual. It was known that Madame Sino adored the princes. She had practically raised them like her own, considering the late queen had no affection towards her own children.
It was already late at night, the Crowned Prince was in his room as maids helped him dress in his sleeping pants and robe, whilst Madame Sino stood at a distance, "Your highness, if you'd excuse me. I have some issues I need to take care of." Madame Sino was ready to leave when Maximus stopped her, "I don't remember permitting you to leave, Madame Sino." Madame Sino sighed," Max, what game is this?" Maximus sat on the sofa in his room. "Well, have a seat." Madame Sino sighed. Maximus was always the notorious one. She sat on the side opposite him, "Your hair is still wet, you should have had that dried before you sleep. You might catch a cold." Madame Sino indicated for a maid to dry his hair. Maximus stopped the maid, "I'll have it taken care of before I sleep."
Maximus indicated for the maids to leave his chambers. Once they had finally closed the doors, he finally spoke," You won't believe what I saw today. This stable boy was busy wooing my little bunny. How amusing? What was more surprising was that it seemed to have been ongoing for quite some time." Madame Sino sighed, "Maximus, that girl has her own choices to make. Do you have any idea how much she went through after you left? He made her happy, and so it was for the best, yet it seems he couldn't make her happy enough." Maximus seemed annoyed, "You know I don't like having people's hands on what is mine." Maximus, that young girl is not a thing. I raised you better. No matter how much you try to hide the feelings you have for her, you love that girl, and the sooner you accept that, the better. Now, if you'll excuse me." Madame Sino got up to leave.
"Madame Sino. I'd like some wine and grapes." Madame Sino raised an eyebrow," Oh, it would be wonderful if it were served with a bunny." Maximus added. Madame Sino smiled, "Of course." She left the room and headed towards the kitchen. "Robellia," she called, and the sweet girl rushed towards her. She always had a soft spot for the girl. "Dear, I need your help with something very important. Prepare a tray with a jug of wine and some grapes." Robellia hurriedly did as she was told. "Madamé Sino, you look dashing." Genevieve came out of nowhere. Madame Sino sighed," Don't you have things to do, Gen?" Genevieve grinned, "Well, disturbing your peace is the thing I was born to do. Just admit it, Madame Sino. You enjoy it." Madame Sino did her best to hide her smile." I'll have a word with the chef. It seems you are too free these days." "Don't do this to me. We are friends, remember?" Genevieve coaxed.
"Here it is, Madame Sino." Robellia came back with the tray. "Good girl, now take this up to the crowned prince's chambers. Go along now. You mustn't keep him waiting." Robellia was at a lose of words, "but, I..." "Go on, child am sure you know the way." Madame Sino directed her out of the kitchen. Robellia knew she had a choice. These were orders from the head maid herself. There was no rejecting this. She took a deep breath and walked toward his room. She paused by the door and gathered her strength to knock. A maid opened the door for her as she wheeled out a trolley of dishes. Robellia walked in. The room was dimly lit, the air was filled with his scent, and there she saw him standing half-naked by the French window. "You took your time," he spoke without turning towards her. "Pardon me, Your Highness." She placed the tray on the coffee table. "I shall take my leave." She was already running towards the door. " I don't remember pardoning you."
Robellia took a deep breath as she turned to face him. A small towel was thrown to her face. She hurriedly caught it. "I need you to dry my hair," he sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine. Robellia reluctantly went to stand behind him as she dried his hair. " I am done, your highness." She was ready to leave again. "I feel a headache. Go by my dresser and take a bottle of lavender oil to massage my head." Robellia sighed and did asd she was told. After a while, she stopped, "I'm done, your highness. I shall take my leave." "Hold on. My shoulders feel sore." Robellia looked at him before she went on massaging his shoulders. "your highnes i just ran out of oil ill go get some." She went to pick up the bottle of lavender oil on the coffee table in front of him. Just as she was about to go, he pulled her, causing her to fall onto his lap, "Where do you think you are hopping off to, little bunny?"