Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Translator: Yonnee
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But after I lamented for a bit, I pulled myself together and faced reality.
The first thing I did was recall the tower’s structure again. The tower had three floors in total.
The first floor had the kitchen, where there was a lone door where food came in and where we could communicate with people from the outside.
There was also a storage room where cooking utensils, bowls, pans and pots were kept, and there were ingredients there as well. Of course, there was also space to light a fire.
Because the tower was round-shaped, the stairs were curved like a whirlwind along the wall.
If you go out the kitchen and go up the stairs, you’ll be able to reach the one and only bedroom.
There was a bathroom next to the bedroom.
And that’s it.
This tower really shouldn’t have been called a ‘tower’. There’s only one bedroom in it.
Fortunately, the tower was large, so even if it had only one room, it was spacious enough. The ceiling was high, and there was a window so it didn’t feel stuffy.
The walls of the tower were painted with a warm beige, so it was strangely soothing.
Next to the window was a fireplace to be used during winter. It was small, but it warmed up the room enough.
Some distance away from the fireplace was the bed, and opposite that was a small bookshelf lining the other wall and a table in front of it.
There was a ladder, too, which you could use to climb to enter the attic, which was the highest floor of the tower. It’s also being used as a storage room.
With the wand, I could roam everywhere, but Albert was confined to just the bedroom on the second floor.
Because he had many limitations, he had to obey the maid’s whims. It was valid that he resented her.
…Maybe even to the point that it’s understandable that he wanted to kill her.
As I crouched in the attic, I sighed heavily.
Let’s calm down a bit.
Someone once said that even if you somehow transmigrated in a book, if you get your act together, then you’d be able to survive.
Who said that, you ask?
Me. I’m saying that.
This was an opportunity to live a new life after I died in vain due to an accident in my previous life.
Albert was a prince, and he was destined to become king. Life was all about getting the right connections. If I would just stick close to his side, then it’s like winning the lottery.
Let’s write a contract.
If I do that, I’d be able to leave the tower and get my life and retirement guaranteed. And it’s better if both Albert and I could leave the tower soon.
What was the point of being alone here with him? I just needed to give him the wand and cooperate a bit.
It’s the perfect plan.
I just needed to put theory into practice.
As I went down the ladder to exit the attic, I saw Albert sitting elegantly on the bed as he was reading a book.
For a moment, I was mesmerized by his perfectly sculpted features, with his hair framing his face finely. Then, I called out to him carefully.
“Your Highness.”
Albert looked up. He looked at me and smiled. I trembled at the sight of perfection.
The maid Rosé didn’t know it, but she was risking her life for a smile that was obviously a business smile. And I knew this because I had lots of experience seeing and making that same smile.
This man’s smile didn’t reach his eyes at all.
“What is it, Rosé? Is there something else I can do for you?”
I answered the question, knowing what he was insinuating.
“No, no! I don’t need that!”
Ah, stop it! My life’s at stake!
Albert narrowed his gaze and crossed his arms.
“I guess you weren’t satisfied with the price I just paid, Rosé. I thought I did pretty well.”
“It’s not that it was bad…”
Gah, I must be out of my mind! But Albert was such a good kisser. Maybe this was one of the upsides to being the main character.
I added in a hurry.
“It’s not something that you wanted. You don’t have to force yourself anymore.”
“If I don’t want to do it, then I don’t have to…?”
Albert raised his brows as if he couldn’t understand what I was saying. Meanwhile, I was thinking that my eyes must have been blessed to see a fallen angel right in front of me.
Inevitably, a ridiculous comment popped out of my mouth.
“Y-Your Highness is very beautiful.”
“…Rosé, just tell me what you want to say.”
Albert rose from the bed and approached me. I gulped and recalled what I was meant to do.
“I deeply apologize. For everything.”
I pushed the contract I wrote just now to him.
“I’d like to make a deal with you, Prince.”
“In exchange for my body?”
Why’s he always twisting my words!
“No! I don’t want physical contact with Your Highness! I don’t want it!”
He furrowed his brows, still confused by my words.
Not long after, Albert muttered in a low voice.
“But you like me.”
I shuddered at his low whisper that echoed in my ears.
Oh my gosh. Why did that sound so natural coming from him? And that confidence didn’t seem forced at all.
I breathed out while controlling my expression.
If I were to say, ‘I’m not Rosé Artius. I’m Yoo Jung-in and I don’t have feelings for you,’ it’s obvious that he wouldn’t believe me.
And if I explained that world was inside a novel and I transmigrated here, I’d immediately get locked up in the loony bin.
So, I wrote a contract instead. I decided to take advantage of the power of a binding contract that every modern person knew.
I pushed the contract into his hands again.
“Your Highness, please take a look at this.”
Albert lifted the piece of paper, then murmured.
“…A contract to ensure the life and death of Rosé Artius?”
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