Be My Princess: Wilfred A. Spencer (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

(Mm... something smells good...)

A delicious smell floated through the air and tickled my nose. As still half asleep, I turned my head to look. Amidst my blurred vision I could see Prince Wilfred's butler is Claude.

Regina: "Oh..."

Claude: "Are you awake, Miss Regina?"

He greeted me with a serene smile and I sat up slightly.

Regina: "Yes, good morning Claude."

I attempted to straighten out my bed hair and rumpled clothes. But Claude didn't seem worried by my appearance as he handed me a cup of tea.

Claude: "Would you care for some tea?"

Regina: "Yes, thank you."

The moment I accepted the cup the sweet aroma of tea pervaded my senses.

(Oh... so this is what I smelled.)

I took a sip and the delectable flavor lingered on my tongue.

(Oh my! I didn't know I've ever had tea as that tasted this good before!)

I thought to myself and Claude smiled a little.

Claude: "Do you like it?"

Regina: "Yes, it's wonderful."

I returned his smile and Claude gave a little laugh as he talked.

Claude: "I thought it would be to your taste, Miss Regina."

Claude's word caused me to pause for a second.

(M-My taste?)

Claude bowed his head slightly.

Claude: "Yesterday before the dinner as we talked quite a bit."

Claude: "I figured that this type of tea would be to miss Regina's liking."

Regina: "D-Did you base that on the things as I told you I didn't like yesterday?"

Claude smiled and he gave a little nod.

Claude: "Yes, my job is to make sure everything is to your liking."

Claude: "As I do for each member of the Spencer household."

(Oh wow, being a butler must be a difficult job.)

I found myself staring at Claude and he looked back at me with a puzzled expression.

Claude: "I'm sorry, have I offended you?"

Regina: "N-No, I was just thinking how amazing that is."

Claude laughed at that.

Claude: "Not at all. It is my job to put effort into making your life comfortable..."

Claude: "For you and everyone who reside in the Spencer household."

(H-He's like a super butler, I feel as if I could leave anything to him.)

I thought to myself and I sipped my tea.

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(I am having so much done for me. I wonder if there is anything as I can do for the Spencers...)

I looked down the flowerpots lining the corridor and I stopped walking.

(Oh, these flowers don't seem as vibrant as the others...)