Chapter 27: Bad Feeling To Servant

I squeezed her cheek tightly in my suppressed annoyance. "You are a young lady. Why do you speak that way?" I pressed her cheek even more.

She looked at me badly. "This is how I really am, especially since those around me in my country have even worse behavior, and if I speak, it hurts more than what I said. So I'm going to leave you here. "She left, and I was left behind inside the bathroom with one leg up.

When Adira got out, she touched her sore cheek. "Why do they want to squeeze my cheek? It hurts! " She rubs her cheeks as she waits for Dylan outside the bathroom.

I stopped and faced the bathroom door. "It's amazing that I didn't notice it. It's a door that's the color of a wall. At first glance, I thought it was a wall, but when you look closely, you will notice that it's actually a door that nothing can touch to open because it's just been pushed."

I waited for almost an hour, but Dylan still hadn't called me, so I knocked on the door. "Dear prince, are you still alive there?" I shouted.

While Dylan was inside, he looked at the door. "My stomach hurts, but I'm still alive!" he shouted too.

I was slightly surprised by his sudden shout too. "Do you need medicine for your stomach ache?"

"Go to where the palace cooks are. Tell them to make me some tea!"

I wondered. "Tea, not tablets?" Thinking about it, I just followed him and went to where the palace cooks were.

I haven't been there, but I can say that the place where the food is cooked for the king and prince is also big. I've only been here now, apart from the kitchen. I went inside because there was no door. I saw a woman, so I called her. "Just a moment, young lady!" I said.

She turned and frowned. "Excuse me. What do you need?"

"The prince is asking you to prepare tea for him. He has a stomach ache. " The woman stopped for a moment.

"Then I will do what the prince ordered. You can leave here. " The maid immediately turned away from me.

"It turns out that their maid here has an attitude too. I thought everyone was kind, but it was just on the face. " I shrugged my shoulders and left.

I went back to the prince's room and knocked on the door again. "I told one of your maids here! Are you done?"

Suddenly, the door opened and I saw that Dylan was struggling to walk with only one leg. Without saying a word, I just supported him going to bed. Then I sat on the sofa again. A few moments later, I heard a woman's voice outside the room. Dylan immediately let the woman get inside, and she slowly placed the cup and the tea that was in a separate big cup on the table.

I just silently followed her using my eyes until everything she brought was put down, but what surprised me was that she stopped for a moment, and I knew her eyes were looking at me even though her eyes were not directly on me. Because Dylan was busy arranging the sheets and pillows on his bed while I was closer to the maid.

She turned to Dylan. "Dear Prince, the tea is ready. You can drink it while it's still hot."

Dylan nodded slightly. "Thank you!"

I noticed that the woman tightened her grip on the wooden tea tray she was carrying. "Dear Prince...is your stomach okay?" She asked while stuttering.

Dylan stopped and looked at the maid in surprise. I raised my eyebrows. "I'm fine. Just drink some tea and my stomach will be fine. " Dylan gave the maid a small smile.

It seemed as if the servant had been pulled out by a thorn. "Then I'm leaving." She bowed to Dylan, but her secret glance at me caught my eye before she finally got out, which is why I reached for the tea and poured it into the cup even though I didn't like the taste of it.

I smelled it first before slowly drinking it. Dylan was gaping as he looked at me in shock. "Why are you the one drinking that? That's for me!"

I put the cup down and tasted the tea in my mouth, enduring the taste. "I just tried to see if the tea was good. It wasn't."

He sighed. "Could you hand me the cup with the tea in it?"

I poured it into the cup and gave it to him. "I have a question, prince. Is your maid here often asking about your condition?"

He tilted his head and looked like he was wondering if there really was a situation. "It's the first time someone has asked me about my condition as a palace servant. The others just quietly put food and drinks on the table when my father and I needed to eat. "

"Really?"

"Is there a problem with that? It's good that the servant cares about me. " He simply looked at Adira.

"The question is, does she really care about you?"

Dylan almost got burned while drinking tea. "They are loyal to us. That's why they ask or worry when I or my father is sick."

I just didn't answer. I just stood there with my arms folded, "Something is really wrong with those of them here in the palace. The soldier was first and the servants next, but it's hard to accuse if I don't have evidence. "

I was surprised when Dylan spoke. "Do you have a big problem and you're always staring into nothing and seem to be deep in thought?"

"It's nothing. I'll leave you for a while. I just have to do something outside. " I was about to leave when he spoke again.

"I thought you were going to watch over me here."

I stopped and frowned. "You now agree to be watched?" He looked away.

"You can stay in my room as long as you don't make any noise."

I thought about it, but I really have to go out. "I'll be back here. I just have to try to use the bow, so once you're good, it'll be easier for you to learn."

It took a long time before he nodded and didn't seem to want me to go out. My eyes squinted. "Maybe that's why you don't want me to go out; there's no one to help you go to the bathroom."

His eyes widened. "Don't come back here, you can leave!" he shouted, pissed off.

"If that's what you want, I will follow, dear prince." And I walked out.

While Prince Dylan was left annoyed that he had messed up his pillows and blankets that he had arranged earlier.