My arrogant ROYAL.

Chapter three.

I continued on my way, heading to the kitchen to gather the day's ingredients. But I couldn't stop thinking about him, about the way he had made me feel. Was it just my imagination, or was there something more there? I'm being delusional again aren't I?

My workday continued on as usual, and I tried to focus on my tasks, but my mind kept wandering back to the prince. I wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. I wanted to believe that there was something more there, but I knew it was a foolish hope. Still, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, never get it wrong,Prince Melus made me lose it.

The sun was setting as I finished my last task, and I was just about to head back to my room when I saw it. The prince's chambers unguarded. I settled on going to my room. The sun had set the moon shining its light. I chilled in my servant's room for hours but never got sleepy, I hadn't laid my eyes on Prince Melus and honestly, I missed him. So curiosity got the best of me and I found myself wondering the corridors heading to his chambers.

As I approached the room, I could hear sounds coming from inside. Moaning, heavy breathing, and I realized what was happening. The prince was with someone else, probably one of the maids. I felt my heart sink. I was foolish to have hoped for something more. He was a prince, and I was just a servant. There was no way he could ever be interested in me. I felt like a fool, like I had made a complete fool of myself. I turned and started to walk away, but the tears were already streaming down my face. I had been so naive, so foolish. I should have known.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I wasn't watching where I was going, and I bumped into someone. I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Prince Evan, and he was looking at me with concern. He could probably tell that I had been crying, and he reached out and gently took my face in his hands. He ruffled my hair, just like he had done the first time we met, and pinched my cheeks lightly. It was just like that first encounter, except this time there was something different. Something warmer, something kinder.

I couldn't help but smile, even if it was just for a moment. It was like he could sense my pain, and he was doing everything he could to make it go away. It was a sweet gesture, and I felt myself relax a little.

"Hey," he said, his voice gentle. "Everything okay?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth, not when he was being so kind. I nodded, hoping he wouldn't notice the lie. But he did. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, and he didn't seem convinced.

"Would you like to go for a walk in the garden?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "The moon is bright tonight."

He offered me his hand, and I took it, letting him lead me out into the garden. As we passed Prince Melus's room, the door opened and a pretty young maid emerged, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. She looked embarrassed, and I and Prince Evan knew what had happened. But Prince Evan didn't say anything, and I knew better than to ask. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye hoping he'd call out to me, but he didn't.

The double doors opened with a quiet creak, and we stepped out into the night. The guards bowed as we passed, and we turned left down the stairs. We were met with a beautiful garden, the flowerbeds bursting with color and blooms. I was in awe of the beauty of it all, and I could have stayed there all night, exploring and discovering every hidden nook and cranny. But I was even more in awe of the way Prince Evan looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time. It was disconcerting, but also thrilling. I wondered what he was thinking.

"Is there something on my face?" I blurted out, unable to stand the scrutiny any longer.

Prince Evan smiled, a soft and genuine smile. "No, nothing like that. I was just thinking how pretty you are," he said, and I felt my face burn. I couldn't believe he had said that, that he thought I was pretty.

"Come on, let's go back inside," he said, taking my hand again. "I think the guards are starting to get suspicious of us."

We walked back into the palace, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

I had wanted to stay outside longer, to enjoy the night air and the beauty of the garden, it healed my aching heart. But I was also curious about what the prince had meant when he said I was pretty. Did he really think that, or was he just being polite? And if he did think that, what did it mean? I was too confused to sort it all out, and I let it go for now.

We went back inside, and the prince let go of my hand. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. Then he smiled, and it was the most genuine smile I had ever seen. He was looking at me as if I was important. We then went our separate ways.

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