Calen Castle
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It was obvious that this time, Viscountess Morbido must have hurt his self-esteem even more, as she had been dumped after only meeting twice, after being given the task of being the Prince's mistress.
But while Albert admired her, thinking that it was not normal to go so far to the distant Bertino, Killian's anger was gradually rising to the ceiling of the Oval Office.
“So now that there is no way to control women’s behavior, it is inevitable that they have come here and we can’t help but let it go?”
Albert was so irritated by Killian's increasingly quiet voice that he quickly waved his hand and denied it.
“That’s not going to happen.
I will do my best to keep her out of Your Highness's sight by all means possible.
How dare they come here without your permission!
Mr.
Marquis Oswald, I am very disappointed.
You are holding the Dowager Viscountess of the Kingdom of Lebatum in an outer castle where Lady Anais, the daughter of Marquis Anais, is staying.
Why did you handle it like that?”
Oswald, who was sipping his tea gracefully, jumped when Albert's resentments turned on him.
“No, Sir Albert, how could I have known that the Viscountess had been abandoned by Her Highness after just a month?
I knew it was with Her Highness's permission, because she came here calling herself a mistress of His Highness.
But, Your Highness, was the widow so ugly?
Isn’t it almost a new record that you dumped a lover in a month?”
Juliet, standing in the corner, burst into laughter at Oswald's serious question, regardless of Killian's feelings, and then quickly covered it with a cough.
She tried, but the situation was so funny that she couldn't bear it.
Of the five people in this room, only your employer was serious.
Count Adam listened to the conversation and nodded dryly, while Marquis Oswald seemed happy to die with this situation, and Sir Albert complained here and there and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief as if the prince had to bear it, as it had already happened.
At first glance, it seemed that Lady Anais, who had arrived in a similar form to the widowed Viscountess, was what they thought was a reserved queen.
In other words, a smiling situation occurred in which a former lover and a woman who would be his fiancée met in one place.
Even so, the other closest aides except the prince were saying, “This is a big deal,” making it difficult for Juliet to contain her laughter as she seemed to be watching a sitcom.
She covered her mouth with her hands, acting like she was coughing, but it was too late.
When the Prince's gaze, which seemed to turn around at any moment, turned to the maid standing in the corner, Albert lowered his head without realizing it.
Even though the new maid hadn't arrived yet, he wondered who in Calen castle should be chosen as His Highness's new maid.
Even though Count Adam managed Bertino Castle and the Principality, it was not easy to investigate every person among the maids.
Furthermore, he did not intend to trust the maids who were hired without his consent.
He was eager to ease His Highness's anger before that maid was kicked out, but his master, who had even reached the arm of the sofa with the widow Viscountess' case, suddenly uttered a strange voice.
“I don’t think I’ve had lunch yet.
You should go eat and come back.
Oh, you can eat too.
We will continue to have meetings and ask other employees to bring us something simple to eat.”
Albert frowned at his boss's behavior of taking care of the maid's lunch, and Adam sighed, as if he had given up.
Albert took Juliet with him, her face complicated by her increasingly unfamiliar master's behavior these days.
Oswald, looking back and forth between them, opened his mouth with amusement: “Your Highness, are you going to give her the room Jeff used to use?
It seems that the new maid has your trust.
I also think it looks too good for the maid!”
“Please tell Valerian to come here, don't just hit his gums.
And invite Marquis Anais and his group to dinner.”After asking Oswald to invite Marquis Anais to the dinner that was to be given to the monarch who had returned after a few months, he stopped talking and Oswald reminded him of something that his monarch had forgotten.
“What about Viscountess Morbido?”
“Get her out of the castle now.
Let her know that no one can stay in Bertino without my permission.
And if it happens again, remember that I have no choice but to judge you as too incompetent to be around me.”
As Killian looked on coldly, the two bowed politely and asked for forgiveness, unlike the atmosphere until now.
* * * * *
Juliet dropped the luggage she was carrying in a side chamber to the room of the Prince, the owner of Castle Calen.
The room I would stay in was small, connected to a dressing room and without windows, but equipped with almost everything.
There was a table, a chair and even a small closet on one side of the wall and a bed that looked really cute.
Furthermore, the side room was decorated in ivory and blue, just like the castle owner's room, and the interior looked very refreshing.
Juliet stamped her feet excitedly with her increasingly developed room.
A small but clean maid's room in Harrods Street, or to one side of the props room at the Eileen Theatre, which was difficult to decorate as it was full of fabrics and clothes... But now, for a while, she would be in a room with tables and cupboards and a bed.
Juliet put down the tea box, which she was holding more carefully than her luggage, took off the glass bottle that had hung around her neck and placed it carefully in the box.
Then she slowly sent all her possessions, two dresses and pajamas, various belongings and a box of tea, into the closet, and then left the room, dancing and twirling.
She even greeted the hateful knights Albert introduced her to and walked as if she were flying.
It seemed smaller than the crown prince's castle in Austern, where she had spent time before leaving for Bertino.
She left looking around the interior of Castle Calen.
As Albert informed her, she could easily find the dining room attached to the servants' and maids' quarters, behind the main castle.
As if it was a lie that she was just excited and spinning, Juliet cautiously opened the dining room door and walked in, nervous about how the new people she was expected to face for a while would accept her.
However, his tension was useless because the inside of the dining room was empty.
Even though it was well past lunch time, it was difficult to eat on the spot, as it depended on the work of a maid, unlike the aristocrats who ate on the spot.
For this reason, the Harrods dining room always had simple snacks or bread on the table, and inside the kitchen there was a pot of stew or soup that could be heated at all times.
If she had to take care of herself at mealtimes, she would have to adjust to the prince's schedule and could hardly make dinner for herself.
After heading to the cold kitchen and rummaging through the leftovers, she had to give up on lunch.
She had no choice but to leave the dining room for now, thinking she should ask Sir Albert what to do later.
Sa-chan
Sa-chan
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