KEILAHI let out a tired sigh as I wiped my sweat with my cloak. Enzo ordered me to wash all his clothes, and the amount of clothes he has for a month's stay is honestly ridiculous. I don't even know why he wants me to wash all his clothes again when they've been newly sent-out by his family. But, I couldn't really defy his words, so I just let it be. He also wants me to hand wash all of these, which just makes it more difficult. It's a good thing that Marilyn helped me separate the colored clothes from the white ones; otherwise, I don't even know how I'd manage. "Last batch," I muttered under my breath, trying to cheer myself up. I tried convincing myself that this is nothing compared to everything I've been through. I got up from the small chair and stretched my back after I finished washing the clothes. I only had to rinse them one more time, so I excitedly tipped over the soapy water down the drain to replace it with clean water. However, as I went to fetch some clean water,

KEILAH Our conversation came to a halt as Enzo entered the room.My shoulders stiffened with his presence. Couldn’t he have gone out with Isabelle for longer? Fortunately, Matthew was with me, and he chuckled as a response.“You’re back home?” he asked. “I thought you would be back by the evening.”Enzo hummed. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you two doing?”Matthew sighed. “We’re washing your clothes.”He was silent for a while, then I felt him walking over my way. “You’re still not finished?” he asked. I underestimated how close he was as I felt his hot breath brush over my forehead.I pursed my lips together. “An accident happened, sir,” I explained. “And we had to wash your clothes once again.”He sighed in frustration, and I honestly felt quite anxious.“What can you even do right? You actually asked my royal guard to help you with your incompetence?”“It’s not like that,” Matthew tried to explain. “She was diligently doing her chores when—“He didn’t even finish his

KEILAH "Gifts? What gifts?" he asked in a confused tone. I paused for a while. Did he not give me those gifts? "You know," I said, not really being specific. "The gifts you left last night?" "Oh," he said, finally recognizing what I was talking about. "The gifts I left, huh?" I let out a soft sigh of relief since I thought that somebody else must have given me those gifts. "The gift of friendship, you say?" he chuckled jokingly, causing me to become tense once more. "It's really nothing," he said, patting my shoulder. "If you run into any trouble, don't hesitate to tell me, alright?" I frowned and wracked my brain up for what I was about to say next. He doesn't seem to be faking his responses, so he must really not be the one to leave the flower and chocolates in front of the door of the maid's quarters yesterday. "Keilah?" he said my name, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "Y—yeah. The gift of friendship," I chuckled nervously. "I don't think I can thank you enough for

ENZOI paced in my room while looking at the photo book on my bed. The person in the picture is definitely Keilah—there’s no denying it. It even has her fucking name written under it.She looked the same, but more vibrant in the photo. Her smile reached her eyes, and she looked breathtaking.I saw the doorknob slowly turning, so I quickly closed the photo book and kicked it under the bed. I sat back down and acted like I was scrolling through something on my phone. “Hey,” Matthew said, plopping on my bed. I clicked my tongue and pushed him to the side.He groaned and savored my mattress. “Damn. They really gave you the best room in the mansion, didn’t they? My mattress feels hard as rocks compared to you.” He closed his eyes and relaxed on my bed while I hesitated to ask him questions about the blind princess living in this very castle. If there’s someone who knows a lot about the affairs of other kingdoms, then it’s Matthew.I cleared my throat. “Matthew,” I said. He opened his ey

KEILAHSo this is what it's like to be kissed. I didn't know how to kiss him back, but he held onto my chin and pried my mouth slightly open. He dove his tongue into my mouth, causing me to let out a moan of surprise. I lightly pushed him away and felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment. "Is there something wrong?" he asked in a wary voice. I shook my head and bit my lip. "I don't know how to," I said in a soft voice. He chuckled and caressed my hair. "Let me teach you, then.""Part your lips," he whispered, his hot breath brushing over my lips. I wondered how close we were at the moment, and the mere thought made my heart beat faster in my chest. I was wondering if he could hear the beat of my heart with how loud and fast it was beating. I followed his instructions and slightly parted my lips. "That's right," he complimented. He placed a quick kiss on my lips. "Let's start with these pecks," he said. "Do you like how they feel?"I nodded my head once more, not finding the str