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“Lord Marx!”
What had been a bout of singing to herself while finishing up the day’s chores had quickly turned into utter HUMILIATION. The maid was replacing the sheets on the crown prince’s bed, seeing as the clean ones had just finished drying and Marx was nowhere to be found. Normally, at this time of day, he was too preoccupied with training to be in his quarters, and Nadine thought it the appropriate time to complete her task.
She sang a little tune to herself as she worked and gradually built up to dancing around a bit, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps and someone clearing their throat. Grey eyes caught sight of the prince standing in the doorway, and she wanted to DIE.
“My apologies! I didn’t mean to intrude. I was only replacing the sheets,” she stammered, heat flooding her face. “How much of that did you see?”
