Charlotte's POV
Early the next morning, I rested all night. The clean, soft bed had restored a good part of my energy.
"Miss Charlotte, I've come to bring you breakfast." A soft voice came from the door.
There was a persistent knock on the door
"I'm coming." I stepped forward and opened the door.
A girl in a maid's outfit was at the door, pushing a tray of food.
"Good morning, Miss Charlotte. This is the breakfast that His Highness Ronald ordered me to prepare for you."
She said to me with a smile. I felt her eyes filled with the thought of probing me deeply.
And before I could answer him, she made a smart move and pushed the food cart in.
"You have to at least give me your name, otherwise you're going to look a little rude to me with this behavior."
I said
