The Royal Maid And The Lost Kingdom

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Edward POV

I was walking towards my parent’s chambers to talk to the King about the obnoxious girl called Alice. I mean I wanted to punish her and although I have no idea why I seem to always get annoyed at her I do not want her dead yet.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Who likes a dead toy and playing with her just seems fun. I walked in without knocking and what I saw made my skin crawl, no it was not a cannibal man eating another human although right now I would rather see that than this.

It was my parents kissing and that is just a massive no no for me, I turned instantly with the intention of leaving when I heard someone laugh. From the soft light sounds I knew it was my mom.

“Edward, do not leave. Come back here.” She said and the laughter was prominent in her voice.

“There are things that your offspring are not meant to see Mother. And this is on top of the list.” I let out as I turned to look at her. As usual she was gorgeous and I knew she was a force to be reckoned with during her prime.

“What brings you here son.” My dad asked this time around. Guess I was the infidel child who interrupted his time with his wife.

“I came here to ask if you would reconsider your decision in sentencing the maif Alice to death.” I calmly stated what I wanted. I saw my dad turning to look at me in a very cynical manner.

“And why would I do that? Need I remind you that she tried to steal from me?” My father replied.

“Not really, she misheard my order and did something else.” I said, getting a bit frustrated.

“And why on earth are you defending a maid? Why is this one different from the others which you had ignored?” My father questioned farther.

“I merely wanted to point out that it might all just be a huge misunderstanding and you might be sending a competent maid to her early death.” I submitted my thoughts.

I guessed I must have said something wrong when I saw my Father looking at me in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak but was interested when my father’s adviser came in and told him it’s time for one of his many official businesses, he gave me a look of we will speak about this lager before leaving.

“What was that all about Edward?” My mother asked.

“Oh it’s about a maid who just mistakenly took one of the golden goblets in the treasure room.” I simplified it with the hope that she would drop it.

“Edward, do you perhaps like this maid of a girl?” She asked in a different tone than my father. I felt my blood run cold at her question before feeling a bit of disgust.

“Mother really, why would you ask me that? I would never touch nor would I like a girl that is so wild and unpredictable but easily manipulated like her.” I replied to her. She sat down but looked at me all over again before she shook her head.

“You do know the right way to woo a lady is not to put her in an extremely dangerous situation and also hurting someone you like is most definitely not how you get a girl to return your feelings Edward.” She spoke again. I gave her a laugh and turned my back.

“This talk is making me feel really uncomfortable Mother, I will take my leave now okay. Take care of yourself.” I said as I walked out of their room.

I left their room and I found the whole situation funny. Why on earth would my mother think that I would want to woo a servant who dared to steal from him. I know that I merely found her amusing and her attitude makes the place more enjoyable to annoy her to no end. Nothing more at all.

I walked into my room and waited for my meal, I heard the maid come in and in an unconscious reaction I expected that I would see a lady with red hair and a stiff smile plastered on her lips. I could not stop myself from feeling a bit let down that Alice was not here, but then I guess I could just mess with this maid then if I could not have that one here.

I purposely dropped the glass on the table to the floor and instantly she knelt down.

“I’m sorry for that your grace, please forgive me. Please have mercy.” She pleaded as she was begging and crying.

What is this reaction for? I miss that spitfire. This is no fun, why is she apologising and not glaring like that girl used to do.

“Get up and leave my sight.” I said feeling the annoyance in me grow.

“Yes your grace, thank you for your mercy, your grace.” She kept saying as she left the room in a hurry.

I looked around my room I always have been in awe of its grandeur. The walls were adorned with gold-plated accents and intricate carvings, giving it a regal feel. A huge four-poster bed took centre stage, with its lush velvet curtains tied back with gold cords.

The room was well-lit, with an abundance of candles casting a warm glow. The windows were large and open, allowing a gentle breeze to flow in and cool the room. The floor was made of a smooth marble that gave a chilly touch to my feet.

A massive fireplace stood at the opposite end of the room, and in front of it, two plush armchairs faced each other, inviting someone to sit and relax. On the walls, there were paintings of hunting scenes, depicting my bravery and strength.

In one corner, there was a writing desk with quills, ink, and parchment, ready for my use. A shelf with books, some leather-bound and others with ornate covers, lined one of the walls.

And yet I still am bored because all of it I grew up with. And as time went on I needed things that caught my attention like a little red haired girl.

Now I am extremely bored. What am I to do for the whole day? I suddenly thought of something and I smirked because that might just be fun, I stood up and walked to one of the guards.

“Get me Stuart.” I commanded. He left instantly and I went back to my seat. Not long after the guard sheltered but with nobody trailing him behind. I raised my eyebrow in question.

“Apologise, but the Head maid said that he was ordered to serve Alice her meal in the cell today.” He gave his response before returning to his post.

I decided to separate Alice and Stuart earlier because they were getting too cosy for my liking and who likes it when their pet is messing with another? But imagine the slap to my face that after getting his station to be changed to the duty of serving the inmates in the underground dungeon that Alice would be sent there.

I got up and was annoyed as I went through the castle to where the dungeons are taking the royal route to get there faster. I heard some muffled voices as I got closer to the dungeons. I quickened my steps as the thought of both of them spending time or being together annoys me beyond measure.

I rounded up the corner and entered to see Stuart hands stroking the cheek of a red-haired girl sitting in the dungeons. Now why is Stuart here?