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
By the time the driver finished his statement, it wasn’t only President Macmillan and Sybill that were amazed, Damien himself couldn’t believe his ears.He now knew the reason why she gave him that confident smile when she said that he would hear from her soon enough. It was because she had a plan all along. “What? She asked this…this thing to come and live in the palace?” Sybill’s shocked statement had Damien looking back at her in surprise. He thought she wanted him away from her house before. Why then was she showing outrage now? He wondered.Sybil turned to her father when the driver only nodded his head “No, dad. You can’t allow that. He is our servant after all. How can one…one…” she sputtered when the driver looked at her sharply and her father turned an aghast expression on her as well. “I mean, the princess cannot just take him away from us, can she?” then as if she just remembered something, she held on to her dad’s arm as she shouted “Remember what he did to Sonia? Dad, w
“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
Damien still couldn't believe what was happening. Even as the driver followed him to the staff house to take his meagre belonging, he half expected someone to shout that it had all been his imagination. The workers around looked at him in awe as he entered and even the cook did not have her perpetual scowl on her face that evening so Damien thought that someone must have informed them all about the new situation. He couldn't think of any work that he had seen around while the occurrence at the main house was going on. Except maybe Butler Shawn and Aliamin but at that moment, the two were still at the main house. "I heard that you are finally leaving. Did the boss finally send you away?" The cook couldn't seem too resistant she gave the well-dressed driver behind him a thorough scrutiny. Damien derived pleasure in giving her a reply. Finally, he wouldn't have to tiptoe around her anymore. "Not at all. I am leaving on my own." he answered then after a pause, he added "To a better pla
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
Isabella couldn’t understand why she was anxious. She was a princess for pity’s sake and here she was, dancing forth and back. Checking her phone, and the clock and looked out the window like an anxious wife awaiting the return of her husband.“Ridiculous” she laughed self-deprecatingly before she tossed her phone aside on her bed and said to herself firmly that she would stop this nonsense this minute. She went to the bar to pour herself a chamomile rum. The only thing close to alcohol that her father had allowed her to store in her bar. Isabella still couldn’t understand the logic of his thinking when she had assorted varieties of wines at her disposal, alcoholic and non-alcoholic wine but he had only laughed when she asked him that and said he was not going to have a drunkard on his hands. So, chamomile rum it was. Isabella suspected that he only allowed that because of the sentimental reason attached to it. It had been her mother’s favourite evening drink.Isabella poured a gener
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
Damien almost dropped his bag in his surprise. What is this? He wondered wide-eyed. “Did that big tv just talk or is someone around?”He looked around hastily and even peered up at the ceiling to see if anyone was trying to cause mischief. All he saw was the intricately designed pop ceiling and the mesmerizing chandeliers that beamed down at him.Before he could look further, he heard “Will you like to take your time to decide or should I list out the available channels?”Damien felt that something must be wrong somewhere, now that he was sure that the sound was coming from the Tv. He was looking straight at it after all.Even though he felt like running out of the room to tell the maids that something was wrong with the TV, he knew that would give Victoria more reasons to insult him. So, he squared his shoulder and said in a serious tone “Pick Channel 3”“Good choice. Channel 3 coming up in a second. Here you go. Enjoy!” the voice replied chirpily and true enough. A program came on.