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just a regular morning for me. the last night's interaction with the highness was weird. Well, I just forget it. His highness is suffering from illness well as a servant I must keep this thing a secret.

"Satara! "

"yes your highness"

"Is your mind occupied by the incident of yesterday night?"

"huh! no, I'm sorry your highness "

Rule no 4 said to not ignore the words of the highness.

"There are no such rules to lock the freedom of your mind," his highness said.

Did his highness read my thought?.

"Well if your think I have read your thought then you're wrong, You are just easy to read"

I nod my head in approval of his highness. His highness was having his breakfast in his room. reading a poem. His dirty hands were on the pages of the book. I took out a piece of tissue and gave it to him.

he smiles at me and takes the tissue.

" thank you"

"This is too tiring reading and eating at the same time, If only I had four hands I could have eaten and read at the same time"

Is he asking for my help?

"let me help you, your highness"

"Really? thank you for feeding-

I took the book from his hand. " let me hold the book for you so that the book won't get dirty"

"Ah thank you, Satara do you know how to read?"

"ah a little bit I know how to pronounce few words by reading"

"then can you read the poem for me? "

"huh me? I only know few words your highness it will be a waste of time for you"

"well you can try, and I am ordering you to do that"

" Your blue eyes are the oceans,

that I'm too afraid to dive in.

your voice is the tune that can addict me

So I'm too afraid to hear your voice.

edges of your skin.

Can even turn the heavens to pink."

"...., ........."

"Excellent, Why did you stop? please continue"

"your majesty you have already finished your breakfast. I have chores so, I will stop it here"

"You are never free of the chores are you?"

"I am here for doing the chores how can I ever be free of that" I had my dreams but how could you ever know that. You are a future king and I m a servant who has no future of her own. I miss my sister and brother.

"Everyone has their free will start if you want I can remove your chores"

"But I don't have it, and not does every servant that works in your palace have, thank you for sharing your few pitiful full words with me, Because that means a lot because that is the one thing I m getting all my life pity from others. And you don't have to help me, your highness. this is my job if you truly want to help me then do me a favor, and don't favor me"

Oh no, I will be now punished. A mere fool low servant should have just kept quiet.

"your highness I m sorry "

"shh" he puts his finger on the edge of my lips"

"Is sorry perhaps your favorite word? Satara.. "

He puts his hands on my hair. And brushes my hair, "Your existence, Your Honor, Your Freedom of speech everything is your right, I will promise you when I will be the future king I won't let any more voices go unheard"

I became astonished at his Word of. Your existence, my existence, Your freedom, my freedom, the way he expressed it in such a way with something, something that I don't want to say but his words made me feel like the thing I was longing for too long RESPECT. A tear rolled down my eye without my knowing.

"Forgive me Satara if I perhaps said something that hurt your feeling."

You didn't hurt me, Highness your words did hurt me in a good way.

"Satara please forgive me "

" Your highness it doesn't suit you to say sorry that easily, and No your highness you didn't hurt me neither did you say something that will make me sad, your words just made me go into some kind of illusion that it"

"Are those illusions that I gave you nice or bad"

"Why do you want to know my opinion, your highness?"

"Ah ah because I want to know, do I need to have some other excuses to know what you think about me ?"

"No, those illusions were too nice perhaps too nice that my heart sank in pain knowing that illusions are just misconceptions"

.......................

"misconceptions hah " That maid is something else. She asks me why I am asking her opinion. well, but why am I asking her opinion of my words?

just then someone knocks at my door.