maid's night (r19) | completed

Chapter 12

 PR Taochaidee

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"What happened yesterday?"

Evely asked as soon as the princess came into the room after tea time. She seemed nervous.

"Last night ...., last night I was so...."

Suddenly, Evely remembered what happened last night. There were many things she wanted to know: why the Princess left the room, why she didn't return, if she knew what happened last night, why she was so calm today. Evely meekly waited for the princess to answer. After a few seconds of silence, the princess spoke quietly.

"Did you worry about me?"

Evely looked at her with a dumbfounded face. She hadn't really thought about what she was worried about. She didn't know if it was a concern for the princess, or for herself in this situation, or for the situation itself. But she couldn't give a straight answer, so she just glossed over it.

"Yes, of course."

"Great," the princess smiled brightly, closing her eyes. "I like it when someone cares about me. In fact, there weren't many people like that in Astina."

Why did the end of her laugh seem bitter? Evely felt the air in the room quickly sink. The plan she had tried to find out from the sorrowful princess was somehow forgotten. Evely approached her in a soothing, gentle voice.

"You're a princess, but why is no one worried? You're so noble and beautiful."

The princess turned to Evely and asked in an impossible voice, "Do I look noble and beautiful to you?"

"Of course you do."

"How old are you, Evely?"

Evely hesitated for a moment, then began to count, folding her fingers up one by one. Then she quickly gave a clear answer.

"I'm nineteen."

'Nineteen...nineteen.'

Mumbled the nineteen-year-old princess, as if she was thinking about something.

"I'm twenty-three."

'Why are we talking about it?' Evely thought, and the princess' words continued.

"But what do you think about trapping a woman who was noble in a cold valley without a speck of light until she was twenty-three years old?"

Her voice sounded cold as she spoke quietly. The strangely suppressed endings were self-mocking.

"What do you think?"

Evely stood there, unable to answer. As she hesitated, not knowing what to say, the princess's voice rang again.

"The one who brought me out was the Count."

"The Count?"

Rosie, who paused for a moment, nodded immediately.

"He kept his promise to me..."

"If it's a promise...."

"He's supposed to get me out of there."

"Do you really know each other?"

'How are you feeling?'

Evely recalled Alec's concerned voice earlier when he asked the Princess.

His voice was cold, as usual, but with a subtle, deep, sensitive tone. She was surprised that he was capable of saying that to someone.

"I'm grateful."