I am the crown prince? - Chapter 8

A maid peeked through the doors and shivered in fear. Behind her, an older maid by a few years was spotted, giggling quietly, trying not to awaken the fourth prince.

The young maid tried to get a better view by bending her knee slightly. The other one felt more amused by the cute maid and couldn’t stop the mischievous thought that crossed her mind.

‘Boom!’

A falling noise echoed around the room.

The eleven year old maid fell flat on her behind after she got pushed by the older one.

With a horrified gasp, she rose from the ground and turned around to check on the prince, to find no movement was made by him. She sighed in relief then glared at the older maid like a kitten waiting to pounce on their prey.

“You need to wake him up,” the fourteen year old maid said, ignoring the little kitten’s glare.

“Hurry up! I will take his highness’ stuff to the carriage,” she continued as she made her way through the room to prepare the luggage.

The little girl pouted, this was her first task in the palace. As the young prince’s new maid she needed to wake him up and accompany him through his journey.

Anyone sane would never get near the prince. She heard a rumor about him eating young maids, even the oldest maid confirmed it.

She hoped that nothing bad would happen. If she refused she would die and if she accepted she could survive. The young girl swallowed her saliva and went near the bed. She turned to her friend to ask for help, but the only thing she got was a nod of encouragement and then in a poof, the older maid disappeared with the luggage through the huge doors.

“Young prince,” she called him timidly, trying to wake him up. She felt helpless and nudged him gently. But no movement was made under the blanket.

She breathed in, and out and took the blanket off the prince in a moment of bravery. For the first time in her life, she saw the young prince’s face and couldn’t help the blush that covered her cheeks. She tried to stop her heart from beating that fast by recalling the rumors that surrounded him. She wondered if his beauty was caused by the blood that he bathed in.

While all of that happened, Zheng Lu was busy in his dreamland chasing a teddy bear that ran away from him. They played around together, the teddy bear being chased and Zheng Lu trying to catch it. Finally, he reached for it and hugged it tightly, not noticing the maid that he was hugging on the bed in reality.

To Zheng Lu, the bear struggled. But in reality, it was the maid feeling shy, and scared about getting eaten.

JiaYing, the oldest maid, came back from her task to prepare the young prince for the journey. But she didn’t expect to witness such a scene, she found it too funny to look at.

“Zheng Lu!” she yelled after a few seconds, pitying the girl.

Zheng Lu woke up with a startle, he felt like he was still hugging something.

He followed his arms’ line with his vision, to find them around a young girl. In an instant, he pushed her away in embarrassment and scratched his head sheepishly, which in turn made him sparkle.

They stared at him in daze; JiaYing drooled like a fool while the other maid gaped like a fish. He felt uncomfortable under their eyes, he cleared his throat trying to wake them up from their daydream, and in a flash the young maid disappeared from his sight.

“This humble maid apologizes for her behavior, your highness,”  JiaYing said, bowing in respect.

“This prince heard you say his name,” Zheng Lu said, staring at the new character.

“It was necessary then, your highness,” she replied without looking at him.

“Help me change!” he ordered her, getting off the bed and standing near the mirror looking at his reflection.

“If I didn’t know better, I would have fallen for you,” She murmured quietly and helped him change into a silky green robe, and brushed his hair.

“You already did with my face,” Zheng Lu said shamelessly after debating himself if he should answer her or not.

 “Are you coming too?” Zheng Lu asked when he didn’t receive a reply.

“Yes, this humble one will,” she replied.

“Humble? My ass!” he exclaimed, earning himself a smack on the head.

“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about!” he cheered and left the maid behind staring at his retreating figure in disbelief.

“That girl!” the maid murmured, smacking her own forehead.