Bertino Mansion on Harrods Street
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Killian was out of bed, throwing away the pleading woman's hand with her bright red hair hanging down, and ordered the raven-haired maid who was waiting in the corner, "Send her out."
When the maid standing in the corner looked at him stupidly without responding to the Prince's order, Killian became furious and shouted, “Jeff!
Jeff!”
Jeff, who had been waiting outside, rushed into the room at his call.
Moira screamed and hid in the sheets.
“Is this how you train the maid?
Look at her!
Call Albert now.
This is not once or twice.
What the hell is going on here?”
With Killian's angry attitude, Jeff hurried over and looked at the maid, who didn't know what to do.
She must not have heard his order, as she was deeply attracted to the Prince.
Since it wouldn't happen again, Jeff ran to call the butler.
He sighed deeply, thinking that his master's mood would hit rock bottom today again.
“Albert, how long do I have to call you for this?”
After Jeff hurried to bring in Sir Albert Michel Manfredo, Prince Killian's butler and grand chamberlain, and a member of Baron Manfredo's family, the Prince's room was thankfully clean.
No matter how passionately he loved a woman in bed, it all happened when the moment of obsession passed.
His cold and sharp nature often made his women lose understanding and complain.
That was why the Prince changed his lover from time to time, even though his taste in women was not very different.
For the prince, there was only one condition for his mistress: not to bother him.
Today's incident was a big problem for the Prince's nature, which placed silence above any external beauty.
Killian's mood dropped, irritated by a thirst he couldn't satisfy even if he made love to a woman for longer than usual.
The woman's coarse, brick-colored hair seemed to overlap with the reddish-brown hair of a woman holding him on the bed.
Just as the maid who maintained the room provoked his mood, his irritation turned into anger and stabbed the sky.
Albert, who had been called before the Prince, began to suggest this and that way of calming his master's feelings, wiping away the sweat that didn't even exist.
“Your Highness, I can’t do anything with my own manpower.
If a maid is fascinated by you, it's because she has eyes to see.
So why don’t you take this opportunity to ask a servant to serve you?”
“Even though you are a servant, you dare to let another man see the woman’s naked body in my room?”
Albert barely kept his mouth closed, trying to mumble, and gave a different opinion to the prince who had no affection for women, but was strangely stubborn: “Then why don't you go to the woman's room?
So you don't need to suffer this kind of inconvenience.
You don't have to try to get rid of a woman who doesn't want to leave.
All the other princes are doing this…”
“How can I know what’s in the women’s rooms and go to them?”
Albert muttered inwardly, thinking about his political opponents, who were looking for the Prince's most vulnerable moment.
'No, I
I know.
I feel heavy with worries and do this.’
“So, Your Highness, I heard that there are men in the southern country who cannot serve as men.
They work to care for women of higher status.
Why don’t you try to find one?” Albert carefully told his master what Spencer had told him the last time he visited him.
“Does that mean it’s a man who manages a woman from the royal family in the countryside?
You're saying he's a man, anyway.
I just need a good maid.
Is it so difficult?”
In Killian's cold way of questioning his ability, Albert lowered his tail and obeyed.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness.
I will take responsibility and find the perfect maid.”
* * * * *
Exactly one week after the incident that she wanted to erase forever from her mind, Juliet arrived at Harrods Street, where she and her mother lived under the protection of the Marquis Anais.Juliet, who paid the cost of a carriage ride with some money Amelie and Sophie had given her, stopped at the magnificent iron gate guarded by knights in dark gray armor and looked up at the mansion.
The mansion, decorated in dark purple, Bertino's family color, and silver and black, Prince Killian's color, was so powerful that it broke his spirit upon entry.
Julietta remembered what had happened a few days ago, raising the thick iron glasses hanging on her little face.
* * * * *
The day after Prince Bertino went to the theater, Lilian visited Juliet.
“Julie, I heard something big happened yesterday?”
When asked yesterday about spilling wine on the noble Prince, Juliet sighed and said in a low voice: “Does the head of the troupe know?”
“Fortunately, she doesn’t know.
I heard this from Marquis Rhodius yesterday.
I’m so glad you’re safe and out of trouble.”
Lilian swept her dark brown hair, comforting the dejected girl in front of her.
She was Stella's daughter, who took care of her like a big sister after she had just returned from the field.
She became an intern at the Eileen Theater, where she learned to sing and dance.
When Stella fell in love with Marquis Anais and retired to a mansion, Lilian was as happy as if she were herself.
When Stella was thrown out overnight and returned to the theater with her young daughter and died of illness less than a year later, she felt depressed as she had longed for her future.
Lilian, who turned 28 this year, was slowly assuming the role of prima donna at the Eileen Theater and preparing to return to the field.
Her relationship with Marquis Rhodius would end the moment she retired from the theater.
Like other actresses, she did not want to die a miserable death while playing a nobleman's toy.
She felt more sorry for Juliet than the others, who suddenly became miserable after living in luxury under the Marquis's protection, even though she was a bastard.
Lilian, who wanted to be someone the young girl could trust while still having her popularity and strength as an actress, said sincerely, “Julie, if anything happens, be sure to contact me.
Can you promise me you won't decide everything alone or get involved in something dangerous?
I know you are a very brave and self-reliant child, but remember that you are not alone.”
Julie smiled into Lilian's friendly brown eyes.
“Thank you for taking care of me.
I was very happy to have a place to visit when I was going through difficult times.
I really liked it.”
“I want to give you a gift as a celebration of getting a new job outside of the theater.
Is there anything you want?”
When Lilian asked, Juliet hesitated for a moment before carefully saying, “I want glasses, not the expensive ones worn by aristocrats, but rather the big, thick ones worn by Morgan, the manager of the Eileen Theater.”
“Glasses?
Why all of a sudden?”
“I'm sure I won't run into the Prince when I come in as a cleaner, but I'm just trying to be careful if he recognizes me by any possibility.
He forgave me yesterday, but I'm afraid he will be angry when he sees my face.”
To prevent anxiety in advance, Juliet desperately needed heavy glasses to hide her face.
“Oh, it’s the Bertino mansion where you will work as a maid,” Lilian nodded and added again, “Yes, I will find out and order it for you.
I actually want to find another place for you to work, but I'm running out of time.
I feel uncomfortable that I can't take you anywhere.
Still, I hope you don't have any problems as you have a letter of
recommendation from Marquis Rhodius.”
* * * * *
Recalling Lilian's affectionate words, Juliet was once again determined, and extended a letter of recommendation to the doorman, avoiding the harsh looks of the knights.
The doorman looked at the letter of recommendation with suspicious eyes and then opened the door, leading her to the back door used by the servants and maids.
“My God, no matter how much Marquis Rhodius recommends it, how fat and ugly a maid is to work in the Prince’s mansion!
This is undermining His Highness’s dignity.”
Sa-chan
Sa-chan
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