She insisted on sending him back to where he lives. She wrote a note for him to give to his employer and Damien left the palace.He wondered if he would be allowed to go scot-free if he should go back to the Macmillans. "They would not dare to do anything to you when they see this note" She stated confidently as if she could read his apprehension. "Unless you will rather go back to your people. Where do your people live here in Santa Eyre?" she asked with an intent look.Damien panicked as he wondered where to tell her. He couldn't possibly tell her that there was an underground city connected to her father's palace. Could he? He knew that she would find out if he just randomly tell her a casual place. So he panicked."Is that also another secret?" she said with a small smile. "I will find out eventually but for now. A driver will be waiting for you downstairs. I will be in touch" she said simply before turning away from him. She went towards the inner chamber and Damien rushed out o

“Damien!” The excited shout had a smile split Damien’s face as he definitely knew who that voice belonged to! True enough, the driver had barely parked well enough, when Andrea jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards where they stood.Sybil rolled her eyes and scoffed even as the driver, Butler Shawn and President Macmillan shouted in panic at the way she jumped out of the car.Andrea looked at them all like what she did was not a big deal even as her driver ran out from the driver’s side and quickly bowed to the ground as he pleaded “I am so sorry, sir. I never knew that she would jump out like that. I will be more careful next time, sir. Forgive me, sir”“Stupid” Sybil, who still had her hand firmly on her reddened face, muttered.“He is not stupid!”Andrea shouted, her face red and her pigtails flying. “You are the stupid one! Dad tells him to stand up. He did not do anything!” Andrea said to her father.President Macmillan shook his head before telling the driver to get out of h

The cook must have thought that she was about to miss an opportunity because she ran so fast behind him to catch up to him before he left. Damien was amused as he heard her heavy footsteps behind him and the events of how she had dealt with him in the past ran through his mind. The starving, The cold foods. The leftovers that she would scrape together for him from other people's plates even when he was sure that there was still food left enough to feed more than one. The lies, The accusations.All these thoughts went through Damien's mind in a matter of seconds and the remembrance of the helpless feeling he had had during those moments wiped off the little amusement he felt earlier. He was tempted to have her run after him till they got to the car but then he thought better of it."Stop running after me. I will not do it" he snapped at her, not giving a damn that others around had come out to stand on the porch and they were all whispering to themselves. He decided not to tune into wh

Damien had no idea what to think. He had originally thought that immediately he got to the palace, the princess would simply tell him what to do and get him to start working on it immediately. He knew she wanted something from him and even though she had not been exact about what she thought he could do for him, he knew that it was something that he needed to be careful about because it might have to do with his identity. He was all psyched up that he would not let her manipulate him even though she had the power to simply snap her hands and have him at the palace then he had had enough of all the bullying. He got himself so worked up in the car on the way to the palace that he was ready to confront her when he got to the palace. Nly for him to be confronted by the frosty look and insincere smile of Victoria as she told him that the princess was not available. “Not available?” Damien couldn’t describe the rate of his disappointment when the head maid told him that. He watched as sh

The king asked in a stern voice “Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my girl?” all the softness that was on his face earlier when he was talking to the anonymous Mon Cherie was all gone. His face was like that of a lion who wouldn’t hesitate to tear his prey apart within seconds.“I…I am Damien, sir”“I am not interested in your name, you idiot. And I am no sir to you, you call me Your Highness. Have you no idea how to address a royalty?” Damien could have easily answered yes to that question but the man was already saying something else. He looked up in thought, rubbing his barely-there beard as he said contemplatively “Damien, Damien. Have I ever heard of any young master with that name?” he shook his head before turning back to Damien “What is your surname? Where are you from?”That question of his origin made Damien sputter and he said in a panic “I am from….My family name is Kostos”“Kostos” King Saldus repeated to himself “No, definitely not” then to Damien “You st