Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince

some meat.
Beef was already delicious when it’s just grilled, so I decided to just grill it roughly.

After I get better, I should make at least a bowl of bibimbap.

It’ll be delicious if I add some vegetables, red pepper paste and half a boiled egg.
Pressing hard over my temples with one hand, I checked our dinner on the plate.

Porridge, fresh kimchi, egg rolls and grilled beef.
I definitely made at least some effort.
Good job, Rosé.

I knew it already—I’m a Korean who’s serious about eating, through and through.

“It’s a lot to carry by myself.”

Thinking about how I should go about this, I first opened the kitchen door.
Leaning against the wall, I found Albert facing me while his eyebrows were raised.

“I thought you’re only heating up the porridge.”

“How can I give only porridge to you, Prince.
Please help me instead.
I can’t carry all this by myself.”

I held out the tray full of food towards Albert, who then looked through it and stared back at me.

“Didn’t you say that you’re the one who’s hungry?”

“I know it’s the same for you, too.
I can also read you this much, you know.”

How could he not be hungry? He was bedridden just until recently, and it hadn’t been long since he couldn’t even move.

“…Wait here.”

Albert responded after a moment of silence, then he went up the stairs with the tray as though he was flying.

Was that really the speed of someone who’s just walking? It even made me wonder if we have the same experience of going up those steps.

As he returned to my side in an instant, Albert didn’t even gasp or pant once.

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“Here, let’s go.”

He reached out to me again.

My headache wasn’t as bad as it was a while ago.
I know I can at least walk alone…

But I wonder why.

I don’t want to refuse.

Anyway, once we leave this place, everything will change.
Albert and I wouldn’t be able to interact in the same way.
Was there really a reason to continue abstaining from doing what I wished to do?

In the first place, was there anyone out there who wouldn’t fall in love with this guy when he’s trying to seduce you? I’m one hundred percent there’s not one person who could resist.

My steel-like resolve seemed to be crumbling lately because I was sick.
Just look at how I’m thinking.

“Rosé?”

Albert whispered my name, perhaps because I was acting strangely.
I was just staring at my hand right now.

The conflicting thoughts within me didn’t last long.
This was because Albert took my hand and squeezed once.

“Let’s go.”

Albert pulled me in to make me lean against him again.
His warmth was much more comforting than I thought.

 

* * *

 

I really like that the atmosphere of the room has changed.
I sat face to face with Albert with the food between us.

Seeing Albert like this as he was eating only porridge, rolled omelets, and meat with only salt as its seasoning, the guilt I was feeling inside me was revived once again.

What would Schubert, Albert’s fan, do if he ever saw this?

How dare you give this kind of food to our Prince…! While saying this, he might just tackle me while his eyes were ablaze.

I’ve known Schubert for only a little while, but I could already picture how he would react.

To relieve my guilt, I focused on stirring my own bowl of porridge.
Right.
This was a delicious serving of porridge that I poured my heart and soul into making.

I can’t compete with a professional chef by any means, but the dishes I’ve cooked are still tasty.

“Prince, please eat a lot of delicious food once we get out of here.”

“You really are sick.
What’s going on that you’re suddenly talking about this?”

…Albert dismissed my loyal advice as nonsense.
Feeling unfair, I protested.

“No… I’m just feeling sorry that this is only what I can cook.”

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“…It’s fine.
Like you, I’m getting used to spicy and sweet food.”

At Albert’s calm declaration, I felt mortified.
I can’t believe I was the one who guided the prince towards the spicy squad.

But that’s the only type of food I can cook!

Coughing to hide my embarrassment, I averted my gaze.
Anyway, at the same moment I was about to lift my spoon to eat,

“Now, open up.”

Albert reached over to me and lifted his own spoon of porridge close to my lips.

…This, what?

“Aren’t you sick? I’ll feed you instead.”

“…My limbs are fine though.”

“There’s no need for a sick person to use their limbs.”

Did what he said even make sense? Being sick like this has nothing to do with my limbs!

I was afraid I’d give in, so I picked my spoon then.
I should eat quickly and show Albert that my limbs were just fine.

Albert furrowed his brows.
His hand that was holding the spoon started shaking slightly.

“Rosé, my hand is getting numb.
Can’t you just eat this?”

Where’s the person who practically flew up the stairs just now?

“This is an order.”

Of course, I had also personally fed Albert his meal before.

But it was two completely different things to feed the sick Albert compared to me being spoon-fed like this.

I need to firmly refuse…

“I was thinking about increasing the size of the land I’ll be bequeathing to you, but…”

No way, I can’t.
No matter how much of a slave to capitalism I am!

“Ah, I think I heard something about the imperial palace’s chef being good at making desserts…”

“Thank you very much for being so thoughtful, Prince.”

…I needed to firmly refuse, but I didn’t. Hahp. I closed my mouth over Albert’s spoon and ate what was on it.

I am very much a slave to capitalism.
Hurray for land.
Hurray for food!

“Right, isn’t this nice to see.”

As the corners of his lips were raised, Albert smiled.