On the contrary
Evie knew that she should count herself lucky that the prince did not question the way she kept ordering him about and took liberties. Few royals would have been as accepting of her behavior, and it only proved that Milo wasn’t like other royals. He had a bigger heart and his feet were safely on the ground – mostly – and with every passing day, Evie found herself more and more in awe of both his personality and his looks.
He sat down, just as she had demanded, and she moved slightly closer to him and put her hands on his broad shoulders.
Ah, yes. The bath. Well, nothing was stopping him from dropping that towel and returning to the tub and the hot water it contained. Except for royal etiquette, perhaps.
He pulled her closer and she chuckled, her body mere inches from his and yet the distance between them was far too wide.
“A lady never tells.” She said, attempting to both look and sound more serious than she actually was. “If only there was a way for us both to enjoy it.”
Preferably at the same time.
He sat down, just as she had demanded, and she moved slightly closer to him and put her hands on his broad shoulders.
Ah, yes. The bath. Well, nothing was stopping him from dropping that towel and returning to the tub and the hot water it contained. Except for royal etiquette, perhaps.
He pulled her closer and she chuckled, her body mere inches from his and yet the distance between them was far too wide.
“A lady never tells.” She said, attempting to both look and sound more serious than she actually was. “If only there was a way for us both to enjoy it.”
Preferably at the same time.
Whether there was enough food for them both or not was not of importance. His low status stopped him from sharing the food which had, in his mind, been meant for her and her alone. Perhaps the innkeeper had been kind enough to give them double of everything because she hoped that he would eat some as well, but he had specifically asked her to treat the lady as a queen. Queens were offered more food than they would ever be able to eat and most importantly, they did not dine with servants.
“On the contrary, My Lady.” He said with a low voice. “I am not nearly important enough to dine with you. You give me more than I deserve simply by knowing my name.”
And so, he brought the bowl of soup across the table until it stood in front of her once more. There it would remain until she either ate it or the innkeeper decided to clean the table. They were far from the castle, but he would never forget who he was – similarly, it was impossible to forget who she was. Lady Andrea Romano. Every man and woman at court knew of her, and her beauty. The men wanted her, and the women wanted to be here, and who could blame them?
“Servants should not eat in front of nobles.” He then added and quickly looked away. It went against the idea of them being there without actually being there. Hunger was a human feeling and servants were not meant to be human in the eyes of their superiors.
