Personal maid

Personal maid

Damon's P O V

“Bro, it's so true. Everything you said is true,” Dave sighed looking like he ran a marathon and which he did.

“Wow, I can't believe all this is real. Her breed finds its mate even without turning 18. But we still need to wait for her to fully clock 18, it says she'll clock 18 in two weeks.” Matthew said.

“How can you be so sure about that? Not all information you get from those people pretending to be her parents is real.” I was reminded.

“I know, but I think they know her real age, so I managed to figure out something. Someone handed Aria to them, they didn't pick her up from the roadside or something. Someone personally handed the girl to them, so they know a little about her real self.” Matthew told.

“But something is bothering me? A werewolf couldn't have made her lose her memory in the first place, am I right? It must be her breed. And you say the girl watching over her is also from her breed, right?” Dave wanted to.

“I think so.” I shook my head once.

“If it weren't for that Betty's friend, we couldn't have confirmed this. Maybe you should keep her.” Matthew suggested.

“Right, I think you should keep her for a while.” Dave supported me.

Earlier today, Betty's friend, Ella had asked me to speak about the mate bond to her and watch her reaction, even tho I find it a bit stupid but my eagerness to learn whether she's my true mate or not made me do it and truly, the scene I saw with my eyes and also watched seems a little unbelievable.

While talking, I could feel a serious surge of power, unknown power oozing out from her. Her eyes glowed blue three times, she didn't notice any of this. She could be a special type in her breed. I heard only the royalties and a few other high-ranking officials are born with such powers.

And after she left, Dave followed her. Ella advised me not to make her see me or perceive my scent if she is going through some changes, so I had Dave follow her out of the palace.

He couldn't keep up with her, but he followed her, he hid and watched as she went crazy.

And then the person who claims to be her friend came out and shot her with something in a syringe, and she immediately passed out. I want to react to what she did, but Matthew has advised me against it.

Davis watched her bring her back here safely. I need to interrogate her, but I know it's going to be hard getting information from her. And we have never interrogated her breed before.

She must be powerful as well, even though she is just hiding and clocking everything perfectly.

Even now, I haven't confirmed the fact. The one fact I'm crazy for.

Aria might be my mate. I'm 50 per cent sure that she might be the one. But I can't still make a move, she doesn't know who she truly is. I'm not certain that she'll continue to stay here if she finds out her real identity.

She might leave to find out more about herself.

I need to keep her by my side and pay close attention to her until her 18th birthday. The truth might be revealed then, who knows? She might remember who she is by herself.

**

Aria's P O V

Opening my eyes, I sat up on my bed. Everything seems like a nightmare, but the throbbing headache I'm having now is real.

I got down from my bed and made for the kitchen to get a glass of water, but her voice stopped me.

“Stop right there. I have water here.” Lara came with a glass of water and a cup full of ice.

She handed it to me and I collected it. She's speaking to me first? Has she forgiven me for keeping things from her?

I collected the water and the ice from her before gulping it down.

“Thank you.” I handed them back to her.

“What happened to you? A guard brought you back because you fainted in the woods.”

“Are you sick?” She inquired.

“Uh…” I scratched the back of my neck. Everything feels like a dream and I honestly don't know whether I dreamt about it, or it happened for real.

“I… I don't know.” I shook my head.

“You don't know how you got to the woods in the first place?” She sat down beside me and folded her arms.

“I remember, I ran out for whatever reason and ended up uprooting numerous trees which might not even be real. Can you believe it if I tell you that I uprooted trees that are over 100 years old?” I inquired.

She kept staring at me with bored eyes.

“Well, I guess you won't. Maybe what I remember is a dream, but I remember leaving the palace with Marcus.

“Marcus? That's his name?” She questioned.

“Yes, that's the guard's name. I should ask him,” I jumped down from the bed and ran out of my room. Ready to confirm the facts.

I started asking the guards on duty for him until I was directed to where he was with some other guards.

“Hi Marcus,” I waved.

He turned to me.

“Hi,” he smiled like he usually does.

But weird, I remember lifting him, I threw him hard against a tree, he rolled down and spat out blood. If that truly happened, then shouldn't he be mad at me? This is strange.

“So, how did we get home, what happened today?” I probed.

“Today? I waited for hours in the garden for you, but you didn't show up.” He mumbled.

I turned to look at Lara, who was standing behind me. She shrugged her shoulders, looking confused. Then I turned to look at Simon again.

“So, we didn't go out today?” I asked again for clarity.

“Yes, we didn't because you didn't show up.” He confirmed.

“Okay, thanks. Speak to you later,” I bid him goodbye before returning to my room with Lara.

What the fûck? This is odd.

“Odd, he brought you to me. He probably forgot about it.” Lara told me, I shrugged my shoulders in disbelief.

Maybe he forgets a lot…

**

I got to the prince quarter, but just stood there, I hope Betty doesn't show up today.

Prince Damon is personally sending for me for whatever reason. I continued on my way before finally getting to his room. I was informed that he was waiting in his room.

I knocked and opened the door before getting in.

I closed the door behind me and looked around the big room but didn't see anyone. I heard a noise coming from the small kitchen which was by the left side of the room.

I followed the noise and saw him in the kitchen, without a shirt on, and he was…he is cooking? He can cook?

I cleared my throat, and he looked up at me. Of course, he already knows I'm here even without hearing me clear my voice.

“You're here,” he whispered.

“You have not eaten, have you?” He inquired.

I shook my head slightly and he nodded.

“Go sit down. I have loads of work for you, but you need to eat first, so you won't end up fainting inside my room.”

I once again nodded and went to sit my butt on the sofa. The memories of last night flooded my head.

How did I sit down and listen as he talked about…mates?

Yes, he discussed mates with me but for what reason? I can't seem to remember it all clearly, though.

I took my hand to my throbbing head, the headache from last night hasn't disappeared. I'm hoping it does soon.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, he walked out with a tray holding plates of food and then dropped them on the table separating two sofas.

He walked back to the small kitchen and grabbed a glass of water with ice.

He dropped the water in front of me.

“Eat,” he ordered while staring down at me.

I briefly looked up at him.

Did he prepare the food just for me? But why? I wondered as I slowly reached for the tray.

I've never heard of a situation where the prince cooks for his servant.

I uncovered the plates one after the other. The plates hold a fried chicken, salad, rice and among other things. This is quite surprising because I'm not always chanced to eat such delicacies.

I'm starting to feel nervous and scared now. Why on earth is he asking me to eat food meant for a king? And he prepared it himself.

“Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you, I just don't want you to faint while working.

I'm generous, you know.” He smirked.

I bobbed my head and soon started eating slowly. I saw him from my peripheral vision watching me as I ate. It's uncomfortable but the taste of the food in front of me is driving me to heaven.

Like, what on earth? The food is so good.

“My mom is a great cook, so sometimes I watch her cook and also help her out, even with the numerous maids we have.

I was interested in it because my mother loved it. And we are close, I think our closeness made me love what she loved.” I saw him smile a little as he explained before sitting properly on the sofa.

I don't say anything and continue eating. I mean, what do you expect me to say? I don't even want to offend him. He might throw me into prison for all I know.

After devouring it all. I thanked him and carried the plates to the kitchen, then washed them.

I came back and stood in front of him.

“I'll fill the kitchen with groceries, starting tomorrow. You are expected to leave your room early and come here, you'll make breakfast for us, you'll also make lunch and dinner and will only leave this room when I order it.” My mouth slightly pats open at his words.

Oh, what was I expecting after he fed me? Now he has doubled up my work. I won't leave until he orders it?

That means I won't have my freedom again.

“Y…yes, yes my prince," I responded.

He shook his head and readjust on the seat.

“My clothes are in the bathroom, I need them washed. After washing them, you can clean the whole room, then think of what to make for lunch. Come to my office and call me after you've decided on what to make for lunch.” He stood up after saying those words, then walked into his closet.

I went into his bathroom to see hemp of clothes there.

Did he bring out all his clothes? How cruel of him? What was I expecting from a cruel prince like him?

I brought in a small stool from the kitchen and sat down to wash the clothes glaring at me.

*

I wipe my sweats away after drying the clothes out. I packed them and kept them in a corner in the room, then I started cleaning the entire room like I usually do. I wipe the entire place clean after mopping before throwing myself on the floor to have a five-minute rest.

I hope he doesn't come in here to find me lying on the floor doing nothing.

After resting for more than 5 minutes, I went into the kitchen to decide what to make for lunch as he instructed.

Getting into the kitchen, I look through the groceries there but don't think of anything I can make.

Should I just make pasta? Yeah, mom typically makes pasta for us.

Pasta with fried chicken. Yes! After deciding on this, I went out of the room and to his office.

I knock on the door before opening it. I got in to see his Beta and the other guy, Dave.

The room fell silent once they saw me.

Dave's eyes are on me, making me feel very nervous. I play with my fingers, not having the courage to say anything.

“Have you decided on what to make for lunch?”

“Yes, Prince.”

“Alright then. You can go.” He gave me a go-ahead and I immediately rushed out of the office.

I'm glad he didn't interrogate me there.

But I think his behavior is somewhat weird.

**

Thanks for reading with me.