Calen Castle
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By Albert's decision, Juliet returned to the main castle in the carriage in which the head of the guard gave her a ride.
The head guard was worried that someone passing by might convulse at her ugly figure, but she returned to her room pleasantly, thinking that a person must have a good sense of greeting.
She was so happy to return to her beautiful temporary room from a damp and unpleasant prison.
She was supposed to get out of here soon, but Julieta decided to make the most of it while she was still here, and almost fainted when she opened the closet door to change out of her dirty and dusty clothes.
His face in the palm-sized mirror stuck to the inside of the closet door was so terrifying.
Julieta realized that just changing her dirty clothes didn't seem to solve this serious situation.
In Harrods Street, there was a separate bathroom for the maids and during the trip they were able to wash themselves with the water that was left after the boss washed.
But here she had no idea where she could get out of this mess.
Juliet didn't want to leave the warm and safe home after going through many difficulties while trying to find a dining room, and thought for a moment.
Since it was still early and the room was empty, it was very likely that his employer had gone to eat or worked in his office.
After arriving at the castle, he seemed very busy, so she thought he wouldn't have a chance to come back for a while and quickly stopped worrying.
Instead of venturing out to find the maids' bathroom whose location she didn't know, she thought it would be better if she cleaned the bathroom after washing in a hurry, before the owner arrived.
It was his advantage and disadvantage to act immediately when he thought of something.
As soon as she came to a conclusion, Juliet quickly went straight to the boss's colorful bathroom in her extra maid uniform.
With the metum juice, the naturally occurring sticky things on his face, and the prison dust makeup, his face looked even more hideous when viewed in the luxurious bathroom mirror.
She felt as if there was a strange smell on the clothes she was wearing, and she hurriedly took them off.
Julieta turned on the golden tap in the luxurious bathroom, pumped out the water that spilled and began to wash quickly.
‘When will I be able to soak in a hot tub and wash off in plenty of time?’
She gave a sad sigh for a moment.
But the lament was short, and with some anxiety, his hands moved faster and faster.
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The monarch's living space, which occupied the entire east side of the second floor of Castle Calen, consisted of a large drawing room, a bedroom, a dressing room, a private study, and a reception room.
Entering the innermost room, Killian stepped out onto the terrace and looked out into the twilight.
Killian never lost what he had, except once.
This could have been the second time.
Watching the prison where Juliet was held overnight reminded him of her crying in fear in his arms.
He didn't know who had done it, or for what purpose, but as Oswald had said, there was no guarantee that it wouldn't happen in the future.
Those he trusted and cared about would be the targets of further attacks.
Killian turned and sat on the railing, lost in thought as he stared at his reflection in the terrace window.
“Become emperor.” In fact, his father, the current emperor, had been preparing to make Killian a crown prince for a long time.
Even though he knew his Majesty's wishes, he had been delaying time without showing any definite intention until now.
If he were just one of the other Princes, he would have followed his father's wishes without hesitation.
However, Killian ran a company and the Principality he inherited from his maternal grandfather.
He was interested in increasing what he had, but he was not very happy with the idea of the emperor's life, which would deprive him of his freedom.
But he knew it was something he had to decide one day, and he wasn't holding back on the actions of those who pushed him to the Imperial throne, as he had to beat Prince Francis to survive without becoming Emperor.
The other princes, except Killian and Francis, were not from queens, but from concubines, and were not willing to antagonize the two or reveal themselves to the public.Francis had the support of the first Duke of Dudley and Killian was the second queen's son, but Cordelia the Empress was his aunt and if she hadn't died he would have been crowned crown prince without fail.
Despite all these circumstances, Killian always wondered if he really wanted to be an emperor.
However, it was clear that he needed to get rid of his political opponents, Francis and Duke Dudley.
That way, he could solve the case.
But after removing them and making another of the Princes, who couldn't touch him, into an Emperor, Killian was about to walk away from the royal family, but changed his mind yesterday.
‘I will never lose a precious person to my political opponents again.’
He decided to set an example for those who wanted to hurt or take away everything that belonged to him, and climb to the peak so they would never think about it.
And he thought it wasn't a bad idea to have a funny maid in the deepest part of the peak.
Killian gradually calmed his thoughts and concluded by taking some time to himself for a while, and stood up, lightly rubbing his stiff eyes.
He wanted to soak his body in hot water for a while after the long night.
Judging how long it would take for Juliet to get out of prison and return from her meal, he thought she would have to take a shower without waiting.
Killian, undressed as usual, walked through the infinitely spacious room and went to the bathroom on the other side.
He opened a heavy bathroom door with colorful patterns and stood before his eyes.
In the bathroom, decorated with pale beauty and golden decorations, thick water vapor clouded the air.
A woman with brick and mortar hair was looking at him, wearing nothing but her underwear.
Ahhhhh!
When Killian returned to his room and lost himself in thought on the terrace, Juliet washed her dirty face and body and happily put on her wet hair and wig.
It was uncomfortable to put a damp wig on her freshly washed hair again, but now her wig and makeup were like a weapon she couldn't let go of.
Julieta took a small can of fruit juice from the pocket of her maid's suit, carefully placed in the corner, meticulously, placed it on her face and tried to put on her clothes, but put them down again.
She had to clean the dirty bathroom, but she didn't want to get her remaining clothes dirty.
She thought it would be best to clean the bathroom before putting on her clothes.
The door suddenly opened just as Julieta quickly finished cleaning before her employer with a difficult personality returned, and she had just finished packing the clothes she had put away for fear of getting wet.
His employer should still be in his office or eating, but he opened the bathroom door with a naked body.
The unexpected arrival of her employer left Juliet rigid.
She felt a greater sense of crisis about not wearing glasses than about being naked.
She began to scream, covering her face with the clothes she was holding.
If others were caught naked, they would be busy covering their bodies, but her maid was something unusual.
Screaming to the point where she feared everyone in the castle would jump, she was covering her face and head instead of covering her naked body.
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