Chapter 30
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
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Chapter 30
Albert turned around and carried the basin with one hand. It was so different from when I was groaning while lifting that with both hands.
âIâll change the water.â
Albert also looked graceful from behind even while he was carrying a wash basin. Yet again, I was mesmerized by his elegance, but I wrapped a hand over my forehead.
âAgh⦠Itâs like someone hit me.â
This was the first time I was experiencing a headache like this. It was a kind of pain that my various experiences with headaches couldnât even alleviate. I really, urgently need some Tylen*l. As a person from modern times, it was so sad that I couldnât have this.
This was only a fraction of the pain that Albert had gone through.
âJust how did you endure it?â
It really made me realize again how amazing Albert was, seeing as how he endured a whole lot more pain than I was going through now. It knew now how difficult it was to keep it all in without letting out a single groan.
Still, I could at least do one of the things I wrote on my bucket list.
Lying still without doing anything.
Three cheers! Everything hurts, but this is nice. Lying down like a homebody was as natural as breathing to me.
âAck, youâre back?â
âYes.â
Albert set down the full basin. The moment he did, the water overflowed a little.
He carried that much with one hand, I canât believe it. I realized again that Albertâs upper body strength was just that great. As expected, people should exercise.
How buff could I get through the exercise of breathing?
While I was lost in these wrong thoughts, my stomach grumbled. I must have used up my calories since Iâm in this much pain anyway, but I still had to eat something for sure.
Phew, Iâm glad I made a lot of porridge. It would be impossible for me to cook with this migraine.
I should slowly go down and come back up.
Iâm the only one who could go into the kitchen. With a deep breath, I sat up. Again, my head pounded and I stumbled for a moment.
âRosé.â
Albert reached over and helped me, holding my hand.
âWhat are you planning on doing?â
âWe have to eat dinner.â
His fingers intertwined with mine. With a low voice, he spoke.
âRosé, Iâm fine.â
Everything was troublesome to do because I was sick, but staying still and doing nothing was only possible when you live alone. And, again, the kitchen was a place where only I can go in and out of.
âItâs like the words âIâm fineâ are stuck on the Princeâs lips.â
Mumbling and glancing up, I spoke up again in a louder voice with an excuse.
âIâm sorry, Your Highness. But Iâm a bit hungry, so I need to go down.â
ââ¦Is that so.â
As I said this, Albert let me go since it couldnât be helped.
Albert rose to his feet and reached out to me.
âThen Iâll take you to the door.â
âThank you.â
It was difficult to turn down his offer since my physical condition was terrible. As I took his hand and clasped it tightly, I bit my lower lip to endure the pain. Moving around harder than I initially thought.
I thought that Iâd only need to hold his hand for support, but Albertâs other hand naturally wrapped over my shoulder to hold me steady.
âJust lean on me.â
Albert whispered as he pulled me in. His body was firmer than I expected.
Tensions rose. I gulped dryly.
Seriously, I shouldnât even be excited by something like this. Sighing inwardly, but itâs true that itâs a lot better now that Iâm leaning on him. I soon arrived in front of the kitchen door with Albertâs help.
âReally, I donât know how I can face you later, Your Highness. Where else will we be able to see a maid being taken care of by a prince?â
Standing at the door, I chattered on for no reason. It was an afterthought to remind myself about the distance between me and him.
Albert stared at me, his expression calm. So Iâve been caught. Heâs been reading my face much better than I imagined he could.
As though he didnât hear anything just now, Albert changed the topic right then.
âGo inside and come right back out. Donât make me wait.â
I was already sorry for making him wait. I replied rather bravely.
âItâll take me a while, so please return to the room and rest. Itâs not like I canât move anymore.â
Albert narrowed his eyes and smirked.
âWho was it again who said that she didnât like lies? Rosé, can you tell me?â
â¦But Albert ignored my suggestion swiftly.
I really canât win against him.
In the end, I entered the kitchen and left Albert in front of the door. Blanc followed my movements.
The first thing I did after coming into the kitchen was to place a pot over the stove and started the fire to heat it up.
While I was warming up the porridge, I leaned against the wall.
âDonât be siiickâ¦â
Evidently worried, Blanc was on the verge of tears.
âIâm okay, I wonât die. See? Sick people can get better.â
I patted Blancâs head and comforted him.
It wasnât so difficult to reassure Blanc since he could now see that Albertâs all better again.
âReeeaallyyyâ¦?â
âYes, yes.â
He still had tears brimming around his eyes, but Blanc seemed to understand what I was trying to say.
Soon, the porridge was all heated up. After contemplating for a while, I took out some eggs and made a simple rolled omelet.
Albertâs been having about the same food for several days in a row now. It seemed difficult for a well-built person to eat only porridge.
As I focused on other things, I could feel another wave of the migraine coming again. So, I quickly grilled some meat. Beef was already delicious when itâs just grilled, so I decided to just grill it roughly.
After I get better, I should make at least a bowl of bibimbap.
Itâll be delicious if I add some vegetables, red pepper paste and half a boiled egg. Pressing hard over my temples with one hand, I checked our dinner on the plate.
Porridge, fresh kimchi, egg rolls and grilled beef. I definitely made at least some effort. Good job, Rosé.
I knew it alreadyâIâm a Korean whoâs serious about eating, through and through.
âItâs a lot to carry by myself.â
Thinking about how I should go about this, I first opened the kitchen door. Leaning against the wall, I found Albert facing me while his eyebrows were raised.
âI thought youâre only heating up the porridge.â
âHow can I give only porridge to you, Prince. Please help me instead. I canât carry all this by myself.â
I held out the tray full of food towards Albert, who then looked through it and stared back at me.
âDidnât you say that youâre the one whoâs hungry?â
âI know itâs the same for you, too. I can also read you this much, you know.â
How could he not be hungry? He was bedridden just until recently, and it hadnât been long since he couldnât even move.
ââ¦Wait here.â
Albert responded after a moment of silence, then he went up the stairs with the tray as though he was flying.
Was that really the speed of someone whoâs just walking? It even made me wonder if we have the same experience of going up those steps.
As he returned to my side in an instant, Albert didnât even gasp or pant once.
âHere, letâs go.â
He reached out to me again.
My headache wasnât as bad as it was a while ago. I know I can at least walk aloneâ¦
But I wonder why.
I donât want to refuse.
Anyway, once we leave this place, everything will change. Albert and I wouldnât be able to interact in the same way. Was there really a reason to continue abstaining from doing what I wished to do?
In the first place, was there anyone out there who wouldnât fall in love with this guy when heâs trying to seduce you? Iâm one hundred percent thereâs not one person who could resist.
My steel-like resolve seemed to be crumbling lately because I was sick. Just look at how Iâm thinking.
âRosé?â
Albert whispered my name, perhaps because I was acting strangely. I was just staring at my hand right now.
The conflicting thoughts within me didnât last long. This was because Albert took my hand and squeezed once.
âLetâs go.â
Albert pulled me in to make me lean against him again. His warmth was much more comforting than I thought.
I really like that the atmosphere of the room has changed. I sat face to face with Albert with the food between us.
Seeing Albert like this as he was eating only porridge, rolled omelets, and meat with only salt as its seasoning, the guilt I was feeling inside me was revived once again.
What would Schubert, Albertâs fan, do if he ever saw this?
How dare you give this kind of food to our Princeâ¦! While saying this, he might just tackle me while his eyes were ablaze.
Iâve known Schubert for only a little while, but I could already picture how he would react.
To relieve my guilt, I focused on stirring my own bowl of porridge. Right. This was a delicious serving of porridge that I poured my heart and soul into making.
I canât compete with a professional chef by any means, but the dishes Iâve cooked are still tasty.
âPrince, please eat a lot of delicious food once we get out of here.â
âYou really are sick. Whatâs going on that youâre suddenly talking about this?â
â¦Albert dismissed my loyal advice as nonsense. Feeling unfair, I protested.
âNo⦠Iâm just feeling sorry that this is only what I can cook.â
ââ¦Itâs fine. Like you, Iâm getting used to spicy and sweet food.â
At Albertâs calm declaration, I felt mortified. I canât believe I was the one who guided the prince towards the spicy squad.
But thatâs the only type of food I can cook!
Coughing to hide my embarrassment, I averted my gaze. Anyway, at the same moment I was about to lift my spoon to eat,
âNow, open up.â
Albert reached over to me and lifted his own spoon of porridge close to my lips.
â¦This, what?
âArenât you sick? Iâll feed you instead.â
ââ¦My limbs are fine though.â
âThereâs no need for a sick person to use their limbs.â
Did what he said even make sense? Being sick like this has nothing to do with my limbs!
I was afraid Iâd give in, so I picked my spoon then. I should eat quickly and show Albert that my limbs were just fine.
Albert furrowed his brows. His hand that was holding the spoon started shaking slightly.
âRosé, my hand is getting numb. Canât you just eat this?â
Whereâs the person who practically flew up the stairs just now?
âThis is an order.â
Of course, I had also personally fed Albert his meal before.
But it was two completely different things to feed the sick Albert compared to me being spoon-fed like this.
I need to firmly refuseâ¦
âI was thinking about increasing the size of the land Iâll be bequeathing to you, butâ¦â
No way, I canât. No matter how much of a slave to capitalism I am!
âAh, I think I heard something about the imperial palaceâs chef being good at making dessertsâ¦â
âThank you very much for being so thoughtful, Prince.â
â¦I needed to firmly refuse, but I didnât. Hahp. I closed my mouth over Albertâs spoon and ate what was on it.
I am very much a slave to capitalism. Hurray for land. Hurray for food!
âRight, isnât this nice to see.â
As the corners of his lips were raised, Albert smiled.
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