章 3: Chapter Three: Once a mate, a mate forever.
What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose"
-Henry Ward Beecher.
Princess Olivia applied her makeup, admiring herself in the mirror and giggling with delight.
Just then, her maid Lyka walked into the room.
"What do you think of my dress?" Princess Olivia asked, eager for her opinion.
"It looks absolutely stunning, ma'am! The prince won't be able to take his eyes off you," Lyka gushed, her words overflowing with excitement.
"That's enough, Lyka!" Princess Olivia interrupted, her tone firm. She knew that Lyka had a tendency to be talkative, and today she wasn't in the mood for it.
"I apologize, my princess," Lyka replied, bowing respectfully.
"And yeah, I needed you to handle the laundry. Where were you?"
"I was..." she began, leaning in to whisper the rest of the details in her ear. Lyka, being her maid, always had the inside scoop on palace gossip.
"Madam Eunice and Patrick?" Princess Olivia asked aloud.
"Yeah, ma'am, and they mentioned Blair while they were talking. Blair was even summoned this morning."
"Hmm," Princess Olivia pondered.
"What about the letter I asked you to deliver to the soldier? Did you get it done?"
"Yeah, ma'am."
"Are you sure no one saw you?"
"No one did, ma'am."
"Alright, good. I need you to style my hair quickly. I have to go see Marcus.
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"Morning, Marcus!" Olivia exclaimed with enthusiasm as she confidently strutted into the room.
"Here she goes again, always so dramatic," Marcus muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.
Olivia playfully pecked him on the cheek.
"Good morning, Marcus, or should I say 'future husband'?" she chuckled.
Marcus simply rolled his eyes once more.
"What brings you here?" he asked, curious about her sudden visit.
"Why, Marcus? Can't I come to my fiancé's room anymore?" Olivia pouted, crossing her arms and resting them on the Prince's neck.
"Huh?" Marcus responded, a bit caught off guard by her sudden closeness.
He gently moved her aside.
"What's the reason for your visit, Olivia?" he inquired.
"Well... darling, I came to let you know about the royal breakfast. I hope you'll be there," she said, trying to be suave as she attempted to touch him.
"No... you can go now," he replied firmly.
"Why?" she exclaimed, gripping his hands and giving him a pleading look.
******
Blair finished washing the bed sheets and carried them outside in a bucket to dry under the sun. As she entered the room, she spotted Prince Marcus and Princess Olivia holding hands. In a hurry, she lowered her head in respect.
"What is that thing doing here?" Princess Olivia ranted, her disdain for Blair evident.
"She's here to assist me with preparations for the royal breakfast... now you can leave," Prince Marcus stated firmly as he escorted Olivia out.
Blair felt confused. "What royal breakfast?" she wondered to herself.
"I thought you said you wouldn't be there...?" Princess Olivia questioned Marcus, her hands now freed from his grasp as he guided her out of the room.
"I will be there. That's all for now. Thanks, Livia," Marcus faked a smile, waved, and closed the door in her face.
Princess Olivia was furious when Marcus pushed her out and slammed the door in her face.
"Arrrghhh!" she exclaimed in frustration.
She couldn't understand why that worthless maid was in his room.
"I need to find out what's going on," she muttered determinedly as she stormed down the halls to attend the royal breakfast.
"Phew... Olivia and her constant nagging," Marcus muttered under his breath. He turned around and noticed the maid staring at him.
"Why are you giving me that look?" he questioned.
She remained silent and began to leave the room, still holding the bucket.
"Hey, where are you going?" he called after her. She paused when he reminded her about helping with the royal breakfast.
"What's wrong with me?" Marcus wondered, realizing he didn't want her to leave his sight.
Blair assisted him in getting dressed, and he looked quite handsome in his dark blue Sherwani with a white inner and loose pants. As he styled his hair, he caught Blair glancing at him and quickly looked away.
"Feel free to admire... I don't look too bad," he smirked while applying his cologne.
Of course, being a werewolf had its perks, like being able to read minds. He had just read hers.
"I'll take my leave now," Blair said, bowing.
She didn't wait for his response as she swiftly left the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Not bad, huh?" Marcus heard his invisible friend, Nick, comment.
"Shut up, Nick," he dismissed with a smile, proceeding to join the royal breakfast.
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Blair hung up the clothes to dry and made her way to the kitchen to continue her chores. As she entered, she encountered Madam Eunice, who greeted her.
"What's the matter, Blair? Why did it take you so long? What happened to the Prince?" Madam Eunice exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.
"Ma'am? I took some time because I was doing the Prince's laundry and helping him get ready for the royal breakfast," Blair explained, feeling puzzled by Madam Eunice's reaction.
"So you're saying the Prince is okay? He's not dead?" Madam Eunice inquired anxiously.
"He's perfectly fine, ma'am. Dead? Are you feeling alright?" Blair asked, taken aback by the strange questions.
"I'm to...tally fine," Madam Eunice stammered, trying to reassure Blair.
"I had a bad dream last night, but I'm totally fine," she added, forcing a smile.
"Alright, ma'am," Blair replied, still a bit unsure of what had just transpired.
Madam Eunice couldn't help but wonder how the Prince managed to survive being poisoned last night. She had personally witnessed him drinking the tea. If what Blair just told her was true and the Prince was still alive, she knew she had to deal with Patrick and the Chief.
"What's with the neck scarf, Blair?" Madam Eunice asked curiously.
"I just thought I'd add a little fashion to my look, ma'am," Blair replied, trying to divert the conversation.
Madam Eunice chuckled in response.
"Alright, everyone, get ready to serve the meals at breakfast," she announced to the maids in the kitchen.
Blair attempted to make a quick escape from the kitchen. She definitely didn't want to see or serve Prince Marcus. She had been around him way too much lately.
"And Blair, you're not exempted. You will serve the tea," Madam Eunice added, catching Blair off guard.
"Oh no," Blair muttered to herself, lightly hitting her head with her palm in frustration.
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