Y/n's P.O.V
"Talk less, work more." He said, watching as I cleaned the window, complaining about what's wrong with the kingdom.
"Ok. Ok, fine..."
It was my second day working for Prince "Charming" and I've already established that going to jail would be better than this.
Ok I lied...
He is kind of cute.
"Hey. Y/n. I said work.
I ran my fingers through my now-clean hair, groaning in annoyance.
"You COULD use formalities with me you know. It's not that hard."
He crinkled his nose.
"What do you mean? I'm the prince. I DON'T need to obey to your nonsense."
I sighed.
"September 1, 1997, age 20, right?"
He blinked.
"Yeah wh-"
"September 2, 1996, age 21. You have to call me Noona."
He scoffed.
"That doesn't mean anything."
I smirked.
"Yeah it does."
"No it doesn't."
"Yeah it does!"
No it doesn't!"
"YEAH IT DOES!!"
"NO IT DOESN'T!!"
...
After an hour of arguing over formalities and such, he finally left the room.
Leaving ME alone.
I stared out the window, softly biting my bottom lip.
"What have I done."
Ever since my argument with the prince, I've been getting this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Oh god...
I talked back to the prince...
My blood ran cold and I started to think of all the worst scenarios.
He could put me in jail for life...
Put me to death...
Or use me for unspeakable things...
I gulped.
There was this rumor that back in the Southern kingdom, with the prince.
It was said that the prince raped several of the servants for disobeying orders.
The bastard.
And I just wish that I'm not caught in one of those scenarios.
But with the thought longer in my head, my face began to pale.
I shouldn't have done that...
The prince might kill me...
Suddenly I heard the doors swing open behind me, revealing to guards in identical armor.
"Miss Y/n..."
"The king needs to speak to you..."