Chapter 11
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I followed Creed as he guided me towards where the royal kitchen was. A lot of servants were in there, complete confusion were written on all of their faces. I was assuming that they were confused as to why the crown prince got himself in the kitchen.
"Your Highness, do you wish to ask for more servings? We must have been so incompetent cooks!"
"We are so sorry!"
"Forgive us, Your Highness!"
"It is not that, everyone. I just wish to cook personally for my beloved. May I ask everyone to leave the kitchen as of the moment?"
I could feel the blood rushing in my face, and I could hear some muffled giggles from some of the female cooks, and the male ones tried to act all composed, but you can also see from their face that they were holding back from reacting, badly.
"A-as you wish, Your Highness," the head cook said, his voice was stuttering. And soon after, he cleared his throat. "You've heard the crown prince. Let us take our leave first," he said, addressing his words to the rest of the cooks. "Then, we must leave the whole kitchen to the both of you, as you wish."
Creed smiled. The smile that fooled the people... and me.
The rest of the cooks bowed as curtsy to the two of us before heading out the kitchen door.
It took a bit of a moment before we had the kitchen all for ourselves, considering that the kitchen was huge, and it is only natural to see many cooks assigned, working on a royal kitchen.
"So, what is it that you wish to eat?" He asked as he took out the clean pan, making his way to the huge pantry.
"I am in no position to be picky. I must eat to whatever is prepared for me, for it is already such a huge blessing to be served with a meal," I said, regaining my right mind as I applied my deepest formalities.
The tone of Prince Oliveros's eyes changed, and his eyes now held... amusement?
"What's with the sudden change? After arguing to your limits with me yesterday night, why, what happened?"
I gave him a polite smile. "I apologize for what happened yesterday, Your Highness. My emotions were everywhere, as it is probably affected with my sudden change of environment and community," I apologized, bowing a bit before giving him another smile. "I have realized that I am indeed lucky to be chosen by you. It is just right for me to act accordingly and prove myself worthy as your choice."
Lies. The words I have chosen to let go are lies. I have a different viewpoint towards him now...
But this stubborn heart of mine... it is still racing for him no matter how bad he has, and may become...
Just this very moment, a realization hit me hard. I finally understand why other people got themselves to say that love is a curse.
Indeed, it was.
Love is a curse that should be rid of when intruded with toxicity. But this curse of a love that I was in just makes me want to dive in deeper and not come back to the surface, ever... because I was loving...
"Did I just detect a hint of sarcasm in your words, princess?" He asked as he pointed the wooden spatula towards me, one of his brows were gently arched, as he was waiting for my response.
"Oh? Was there?" I bounced another question back. "I am sorry for giving such impression with my tone and chosen words, but I must say that you are wrong, Your Highness," I said.
He narrowed his eyes at me, his lips broke into a mischievous smirk before he turned his back at me, giving his attention to whatever he was cooking.
Since he seemed to no longer had the desire to say anything, I looked around the kitchen.
Amazing. Even the kitchen had chandeliers. There were also ornaments that were no doubt was rare. And those ornaments were just displayed... in a kitchen. Seriously, just how rich are the Schulz?
I walked around, satisfying my eyes with all those golden culinary tools placed inside a glass, plastered as if those were honored badges or trophies or token of victory.
"Will the food turn to gold when cooked in these golden culinary tools?" I muttered to myself, my eyes were busy scanning each golden tool.
"That's a strange question but I believe that answer is no," a voice answered.
"Right. There's no magic or anything. It is obviously impossi- WOAH!" Out of reflexive instincts, my hand just immediately punched someone on their face as I was taken aback with the sudden, close physical touching.
"What's your problem? I just cooked you your breakfast and what I get is a punch in the face?" He asked as he gently rubbed his cheek.
"Your Highness! I'm so sorry! I really didn't meant to. It was- I was- What you did just caught me off guard and it was my instincts that made me react that way. It is never my intention to punch you-"
"Is your hand okay?" He cut me mid-sentence as his eyes were focused on my left hand which made great impact with his cheek.
"Your Highness, I believe you should worry more about your cheek before my hand. I'm the one at fault-"
"It was partly my fault, too. Stop taking all the blame," for the second time, he cut me off, not letting me finish my words as his hands suddenly took my left hand, "Come closer," he commanded.
I pressed my mouth into a thin line as I let him carefully take my hand. I walked closer to him so that both of us won't have a hard time. It would be difficult for him to check my hand out if I'm too far away, and it would be tiring for my arms too to have it stretched out for quite a while.
"Your knuckles are red," he said.
"I just punched you," I responded, giving him the obvious reason.
"Do you want me to bring you to the infirmary?"
"No. It will be gone. It's just a bit swell because of the forceful impact. What about you?"
"My face hurts. I might need you to kiss it."
Seriousness. His face was serious. There were no hints of any playful intention. His words were coated with solemnity.
He is serious.
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