Jaren Alpin-Wilkingston is a prince, who is only allowed to marry other royalty, but what happens when he falls in love with someone who isn't?
Violet Halley, she just stared working for Prince Jaren, and she knows really well that she can't fall fo...
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I walk into a big hall, where I see a red haired girl, in a light red maids dress, wiping the dust of some of the tables.
Slowly I walk towards her. „Hi, I'm supposed to meet someone named Willa here, do you perhaps know where she is?"
She turns around with a smile. „Hi there, I am the Willa you're looking for, I'm the maid for the Queen, whose maid are you, might I ask?"
„I'm the maid for the Prince, I just got hired." I say, shyly.
„Well isn't that exciting, anyways we don't have much time before I have to go help the queen, so just let me show you to your room." she gestures me to follow her, which I do.
We walk up some stairs, to a long hall way, with a lot of doors.
„Here is where all the staff is located, the royal family is two floors above us, but we don't go up there until we are allowed to, our equipment is the first door to the right, in there is everything you need, if you have any questions for the use of products, you can ask me or Paige, she is the maid for the princess." We come to a stop in front of a door, almost at the end of the hall. „Here is your room. Your bags should already be in there, and your dresses for work are in the closet. We have a washing room here on the floor, it is across from the storage closet, if you need to wash something just use that." She claps in her hands.
„Well, that is probably everything I can tell you so far, Paige will come over this evening after or before dinner to tell you the rest, now you just get settled in and I will see you later at dinner." She waves before she walks of.
I let out a deep breath before I open the door to my new room.
My breath gets stuck in my lungs as I take in the room.
This is a lot for just a maid.
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I walk around the room, towards the bed, touching the soft silk of the bedsheets.
After I admired the bedroom, I make my way to the bathroom, opening the door with a gasp.
„This must be a dream, how can this be real." I whisper to myself while looking around.
