A Waltz for Two

“Personal interest, hmm? Hehe. Well...”

The princess laughed it off as if my prickly attitude didn't bother her, then lifted the teacup in front of her and lightly moistened her lips.

“What do you think? I wonder what your answer would be, Lady Lloyd, if I said I was interested.”

Is she a little crazy?

What if I ran straight to Derek and tattled that the princess was a really rude bitch, whispering in his ear at night?

Real pillow talk, too. How long have we been sharing a blanket?

Of course, I only thought that to myself. What came out of my mouth, after years of being thoroughly conditioned by the strict hierarchy of the aristocracy, was the exact opposite.

“It would be presumptuous of me to offer an opinion as a mere maid, but if Your Highness were to become the future mistress of the North, would that not be a source of pride for the North? As a member of one of the North's noble families, I also……”

“Not that. I just said I'd treat you as a noble young lady, not a maid. I want to hear what you think as a noble young lady who's been by Young Master Derek's side for years, not as his maid.”

“……”...