Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 55

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Chapter 55

Translator: Yonnee

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It’s the first time I’m watching Albert fall asleep. Come to think of it, I never did see him sleeping before this.

We slept at different places and even at a different time, and he always tended to wake up before me. He was completely my opposite when it came to lifestyles.

Perhaps that’s why this situation is amazing.

With his eyes closed, the face that I couldn’t look at directly before was now right here where I can stare at in more detail. He’s so handsome. Even if I say it hundreds of times, it wouldn’t be enough.

His beauty was something I wouldn’t get used to even if I stared at him all my life.

In fact, it was difficult to know when exactly he fell asleep. The way he didn’t move now wasn’t any different from how he was a while ago.

I just guessed he already fell asleep when the hand holding my wrist gradually loosened its grip.

“You finally let go.”

Albert was also a human being, so he couldn’t help but succumb to sleep. Though even this natural fact was surprising to me.

I got up from my seat and wiped his face carefully so that there would be no sound. Then, I covered him with the blanket only halfway up because he could feel hot later despite the cold sweat.

Light leaked through the curtains as the sun rose, so I quickly closed those curtains to block the light that might reach Albert.

He definitely wasn’t sweating as much anymore. However, I still don’t know whether his condition would continue to improve or if it would get worse in the middle. I needed to be by his side to observe his condition in the meantime.

Still, it was difficult to just keep sitting next to the bed. I wasn’t doing anything, so it felt like I was going to fall asleep at any given time.

At this point, I decided to rummage through the stuff we brought back from the duke’s castle and organize them. It would lift Albert’s mood if he could see how his room had changed brightly the moment he woke up.

Perhaps because I went outside for a bit and came back, but my longing for the outside got worse. It couldn’t be solved after just going out once.

This yearning that I had barely forgotten was revived with just a single trip outside. How refreshing it had been to walk while inhaling the cold, but crisp outside air—how beautiful nature was to see.

Also, how fun it was to talk to other people.

The tower inside was too narrow and too stuffy. But I had to accept reality.

What was making me continue enduring the situation was the definite hope that I was going to be able to get out of here someday. It was the hope that, if I just power through this now, I’ll be granted wealth and a new life in the future.

If it wasn’t for that, I might have already fallen into depression.

What would have happened if Albert was trapped here alone? Though whether he’d have been confined alone or not, I couldn’t imagine him going crazy or becoming depressed.

Let’s not think about this. As I shook my head, I looked around the room.

The only bedroom of the tower was equipped with all the essential things for daily life, but it still looked somewhat desolate.

Rosé, the maid in the novel, had no interest in interior design or furniture at all. Though I can understand her side since she couldn’t design a room when she was only a maid.

I thereby decided to compromise with reality so that I could like this place more.

I placed the pouch on the floor. It was as light as a feather, so there wasn’t any sound when I put it down. As I opened the pouch, I reached in.

The first thing that my hand reached for were the books.

One book, two books, three books… As many as ten books had been pulled out. After ten books, I took out a small bookshelf that could be placed atop a desk.

I took that over to Albert’s desk and put the books in it. The books were organized from left to right according to their height and thickness. The desk used to just be achromatic before, but now, there was a splash of color.

Next, I took out the red rug that used to be in the guest room I stayed in.

Unfolding the rug, I pulled it over next to the bed. Once Albert wakes up, the place where he’d make his first step became soft. It was also a bonus that the pop of color made my eyes happy.

I set aside the other rug so that I could bring it to the attic later.

After the rugs, small frames came out one by one. The sizes of the frames containing paintings were all different from each other.

I placed the smallest frame on one side of the desk, then I leaned the largest landscape painting against the wall.

Even if I’ve yet to hang it on the wall, the landscape painting made the room brighter just by existing. It looked good, too.

The blankets and pillows brought from the guest room also came out.

I’ll put these in my room later, then I’ll change Albert’s beddings with these over here after he wakes up…

After taking out the sheets and pillows, a few more small bookshelves were pulled out. When I assembled those bookshelves together, they looked like a proper-sized bookshelf. The more I decorated, the more proud I became.

I started designing the tower’s interior with a few ornaments.

On top of the fireplace, Christmas tree-like decorations were set and leaned against the wall. I also placed a vase on the desk, then a small house trinket on the bedside table.

Curtains came out of the pouch as well. I wanted to change the curtains in the room right away with these red curtains, but it wasn’t right for me to decide on my own. I had no choice but to decide that I should ask Albert later.

Ah, of course I checked Albert’s condition while I was working. I took breaks to wipe off his cold sweat from time to time.

Finally, the interior was satisfactory.

The room felt a lot more cozy. I’m proud of myself. This is all thanks to me. After I finished this, I felt rewarded, and I looked forward to what would happen later.

What’ll Albert say once he sees this?

With a delighted heart, I checked Albert’s condition once more.

His cold sweat had definitely decreased, and his shallow breathing had become more relaxed.

He said that he should be sick for about two more days…

Should I stay up all night like I did before? Agonizing over this, I opened my mouth and yawned like a hippo.

I yawned for quite a long time.

As the midday came, my eyelids gradually started to close. The crisis of grogginess came again. My eyelids were so heavy. I stayed up for such a long time, so I deserve to sleep, right?

And since I didn’t sleep, I have a raging headache. It’s no match for Albert’s sickness, but I wasn’t exactly in tip top shape either.

First of all, Albert should have something to eat when he wakes up. He can’t go inside the kitchen, so I need to bring some food up in advance.