Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I SIGHED IN IRRITATION, a bit self-conscious about my lack of uniform.

Apparently, a new prince was in the palace. I don't know why this was such a big deal, at home we used to host several royal ambassadors and even some meters of the royal family.

But in a way, I understand their reasoning. Revision is an aloof country and it always has been.

They were rarely mixed with the rest of us, so a royal prince from another country must be quite exciting for them.

The maid who Neema had been yelling at was called Tamara and she was a bit dim-witted.

She had attempted to balance two trays of food at the same time and go up the stairs to serve the new prince.

Now, anyone with even half a brain could tell that it would end in disaster. But Tamara was built differently and proceeded to leave the kitchen like that.

And maybe, just maybe she might have succeeded in her task.

But unfortunately for her, Neema saw her trying to balance the two trays and sent her back to the kitchen in a