Chapter 6 - His Return

1913, Buckingham Palace, England

I was still very much inside the dark room with Princess Scarlette as I tried to wriggle myself out of her grasp. She quickly let go of me as the sound of my breath echoes the closed space of the room.

“Princess Scarlette! What were you doing?” I was enraged. 

To me, somehow, it did not matter that she was a royal princess. What she did was irresponsible and an act of haste. 

“What was I doing? Ha!” The princess scoffs.

“If it was not for me, the servants, the royals and the whole country would know about your little secret. And you have the energy to be mad at me? The one who is helping you?!”