assigned to clean and make sure Prince Luciano's room

ciano!! De

No words forming in her mouth. She was about to turn around and take a seat whe

lean on the wall to support herself from f

le tiny bit of conscience in him. How was she going to cope with him, who knows maybe one day might just strangle her or slice h

duty her face went pale, she looked like she was having a mini panic attack

ready, we have

d Gwen calling her "Eleanor," She turned her head to look at her "are you going to be okay?" She

ever imagined something like this was ever going to happen.

on she is in right now good things would have to wait. They climbed up the long flight of stairs. By the time they reached the last floor Eleanor legs almost gave out. They walked down the hallway

bowed her head before greeting, "Good evening you highness." Silence. She was rewarded with silence. Eleanor looked up and saw the

rst time "She's your n

said in a

ria said,

ve." He

both of them angry and pained at the same time. "I'll take my leave now, your highness." Maria bowe

you should get

nd looked at the prin

e furrowed his b

Eleanor." sh

d him the most. How could an ordinary slave talk to him in such manners before he

prince answered "come in." Killian stepped in and bowed his head in greeting, he raised his head and was about to speak when he noticed a feminine figure standing by

hat re

don't know

ve." The pri

"he said it's urgent." Luciano groaned silen

complete her work. She wasn't going to spend much time. The

standing in front of his parents in the throne

Silence descended. Luciano still not saying anything. "I called yo

" Luciano ask

for a long time before he continued "you're getting older and you have not found a bride Luciano." King Axel said calm

and you need to take over the throne but you can't do that withou

e said, his voice calm as ever. "Then

one bit. "Do that very quickly before I take decision in my hands and find one for you and you would have no choice than to mar

ou may leave." He said, waving his hand dismissively. The pri

the slave. His subconsciousness reminded "not slave man, Eleanor." He looked around expecting to see her but there was no single trace of h

eing called a slave. He has never seen anyone who has the courage to correct him aside from his parents an

fear. Who is she really??, who is this slave maiden to stand bold in front of him. His h