The principality of Bertino
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Juliet also began to tidy the room, avoiding the fierce eyes of the count's daughter, who left the room.
Juliet pretended not to know that the prince was looking at her, but finally she couldn't help it and opened her mouth.
“Your Highness, do you need anything?”
She wanted to sleep, but her employer was difficult for her.
He didn't think about going to the bedroom, but he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, so she felt like she was going to die.
“If you take off these glasses, can’t you see anything in front of you?” Killian asked, looking wonderfully at the way she pushed her crooked glasses up the back of her nose.
“Not at all.
I can’t see an inch ahead.”
When he saw her picking up her glasses even after being slapped, he thought it was very precious to her, but she said she couldn't see an inch ahead.
Without realizing it, Killian said, with a feeling of sympathy.
“When I get to Bertino, I'm going to buy some of the best glasses.
The Principality's capital, Ricaren, has a skilled dwarf and a wizard.
They could make a better pair of glasses than those ugly ones, and they are highly efficient and look unmatched.”
Juliet shook her hands in amazement at Killian's useless intrusion.
“No, Your Highness.
Glasses will not be a problem to wear if their temples are repaired.
I'm going to the blacksmith's shop early tomorrow morning.
You don’t need to worry.”
With a frightening look, Killian was even more pleased with her smile.
How perfect it was to be a maiden who hated him and had no appetite for worldly desires.
Whenever this new maid's merits were more and more revealed, he felt very good.
After refusing the spectacularly expensive glasses, the Prince, who strangely became a friend, took off his clothes and went to bed naked.
Julieta tried to leave the room with the blanket on the floor.
Then the Prince urgently interrupted her.
“Where are you going?”
“I think I can sleep in the living room because we don’t have any more guests to visit us.”
The atmosphere in the room, which was so soft, froze as soon as his words came out.
“Where did you get the confidence that no other assassin would enter?
Juliet was so dizzy and complained to herself when he told her she had to do this every day.
“Your Highness, the knights outside will keep you safe, rather than the dull, blind maid.
If you are worried about an assassin coming in, should I call the knights in?”
“Are you talking to me about sleeping with a guy in the bedroom?
It’s not even worth trying to convince me, so don’t bring it up.”
“Can you sleep in that thick dress?
If you are under the mistaken idea that I can do something about you, let go of that delusion and wear your pajamas at will.”
She didn't know why he was so fussy about her appearance.
Juliet wanted to tell him:
‘I have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes
because of you’
, but she couldn't do that, and just turned her back to him while he was on the floor and complained irritably: “I never had anything called pajamas.
So don’t worry, but go to sleep, please.”
* * * * *
She didn't want to wear heavy glasses yet, so she put them on and walked slowly through the village, which began to bustle in the morning.
The village, with colorful roofs, was quite busy and lively for a city far from the capital.
Perhaps Count Baden, whom she had seen yesterday, was not such a bad gentleman, so Juliet decided to take a short walk to delay her return to the inn.
It was a precious moment to be away from the Prince, who sat proudly in a bathtub of clean water this morning.
She pretended to be as pathetic as she could and was careful not to look at him.
When asked if she could go to the blacksmith's shop to have her glasses fixed before leaving, the Prince, who had not spoken for a long time, allowed her to leave and she fled without looking back as quickly as she could.
‘Should I hurry back and get the prince’s breakfast?’However, her steps gradually slowed down, mesmerized by the clear, high sky, the chattering of birds, and the lively appearance of merchants opening their shops in the morning.
When she saw a smelly and spicy bakery among the shops lined up on the street, Julieta bought two freshly baked white loaves of bread.
She felt as if she had become a busy Parisian going to work eating baguettes, tearing the bread in her hands and putting it in her mouth.
She continued smiling sweetly, imagining herself not returning to the inn where the naked prince was waiting, but as a professional secretary with an evil but capable boss.
It was a scene where she couldn't look pretty when Juliet's protruding underwire skirt billowed out inappropriately to a large size.
There was a look at her from afar.
Unaware that a gray-haired middle-aged nobleman and a man, who appeared to be her servant in a luxurious carriage, were watching her closely, Juliet headed towards the inn with a spring in her step with the first freedom she had in a while.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, Albert became suspicious of his ears when he heard some strange words.
“Your Highness, would you say that again?”
“Buy a pair of pajamas for a maid.”
“Suddenly, pajamas?”
When Albert, who had been called while checking the preparations for departure, looked at him in astonishment and Killian looked away.
“No, it is not hygienic to sleep in the clothes she wore all day outside.
What if she gets sick?
I don't have Jeff.
Will you wait for me?
For your information, you better not even dream of putting your stupid servant in me.”
Killian continued talking, stopping Albert from saying what he wanted to say.
“And, regrettably, she never had pajamas.
How can I ignore your desire to try on pajamas?
As a generous boss, shouldn’t I, of course, be able to grant her so much?”
Juliet never said it, but Killian, who interpreted it as per his convenience, looked at Albert as if asking for consent.
“I’ll have the godmother prepare a pair when I get to Ricaren.”
“Albert, she needs them tonight.
Do you want her to feel uncomfortable at night so she can't sleep or get sick when she waits for me and makes a mistake?
Or you can sleep with me.”
At Killian's ridiculous challenge, Albert showed the white flag immediately.
He wondered who could stop what the prince had already decided to do.
If he decided to dress her in her pajamas, he would have to bring pajamas suitable for her large body no matter what.
'I think the appearance of the innkeeper I saw yesterday was similar to the maid's size.
I'll ask the housewife where to buy clothes and I'll have an answer.'
“Yes, Your Highness, I will get her one today.”
* * * * *
Albert, who would have slept on the floor leaving a soft bed, got a pleasant response from the landlady.
As soon as Julieta, wearing her well-repaired glasses, returned to the inn, the group set off again.
Two hours after leaving the road, there was a maid in the carriage who was sleeping with her mouth open, carelessly.
In a first-class carriage that was completely unshakable despite the bumpy forest road, the maid didn't even think about getting up even when he called, as if she hadn't slept that night.
Killian's eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked at the sleepy maid in front of him.
He could see the straight forehead under the thick hair that was spread all over.
Under the large glasses, which took up half of his face, small lips opened and a small pink tongue was visible through them.
He thought her lips were so cute, as if he had seen them somewhere.
Sa-chan
Sa-chan
Thanks for reading.
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