Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Translator: Yonnee
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Albert turned around and carried the basin with one hand. It was so different from when I was groaning while lifting that with both hands.
“I’ll change the water.”
Albert also looked graceful from behind even while he was carrying a wash basin. Yet again, I was mesmerized by his elegance, but I wrapped a hand over my forehead.
“Agh… It’s like someone hit me.”
This was the first time I was experiencing a headache like this. It was a kind of pain that my various experiences with headaches couldn’t even alleviate. I really, urgently need some Tylen*l. As a person from modern times, it was so sad that I couldn’t have this.
This was only a fraction of the pain that Albert had gone through.
“Just how did you endure it?”
It really made me realize again how amazing Albert was, seeing as how he endured a whole lot more pain than I was going through now. It knew now how difficult it was to keep it all in without letting out a single groan.
Still, I could at least do one of the things I wrote on my bucket list.
Lying still without doing anything.
Three cheers! Everything hurts, but this is nice. Lying down like a homebody was as natural as breathing to me.
“Ack, you’re back?”
“Yes.”
Albert set down the full basin. The moment he did, the water overflowed a little.
He carried that much with one hand, I can’t believe it. I realized again that Albert’s upper body strength was just that great. As expected, people should exercise.
How buff could I get through the exercise of breathing?
While I was lost in these wrong thoughts, my stomach grumbled. I must have used up my calories since I’m in this much pain anyway, but I still had to eat something for sure.
Phew, I’m glad I made a lot of porridge. It would be impossible for me to cook with this migraine.
I should slowly go down and come back up.
I’m the only one who could go into the kitchen. With a deep breath, I sat up. Again, my head pounded and I stumbled for a moment.
“Rosé.”
Albert reached over and helped me, holding my hand.
“What are you planning on doing?”
“We have to eat dinner.”
His fingers intertwined with mine. With a low voice, he spoke.
“Rosé, I’m fine.”
Everything was troublesome to do because I was sick, but staying still and doing nothing was only possible when you live alone. And, again, the kitchen was a place where only I can go in and out of.
“It’s like the words ‘I’m fine’ are stuck on the Prince’s lips.”
Mumbling and glancing up, I spoke up again in a louder voice with an excuse.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness. But I’m a bit hungry, so I need to go down.”
“…Is that so.”
As I said this, Albert let me go since it couldn’t be helped.
Albert rose to his feet and reached out to me.
“Then I’ll take you to the door.”
“Thank you.”
It was difficult to turn down his offer since my physical condition was terrible. As I took his hand and clasped it tightly, I bit my lower lip to endure the pain. Moving around was harder than I initially thought.
I thought that I’d only need to hold his hand for support, but Albert’s other hand naturally wrapped over my shoulder to hold me steady.
“Just lean on me.”
Albert whispered as he pulled me in. His body was firmer than I expected.
Tensions rose. I gulped dryly.
Seriously, I shouldn’t even be excited by something like this. Sighing inwardly, but it’s true that it’s a lot better now that I’m leaning on him. I soon arrived in front of the kitchen door with Albert’s help.
“Really, I don’t know how I can face you later, Your Highness. Where else will we be able to see a maid being taken care of by a prince?”
Standing at the door, I chattered on for no reason. It was an afterthought to remind myself about the distance between me and him.
Albert stared at me, his expression calm. So I’ve been caught. He’s been reading my face much better than I imagined he could.
As though he didn’t hear anything just now, Albert changed the topic right then.
“Go inside and come right back out. Don’t make me wait.”
I was already sorry for making him wait. I replied rather bravely.
“It’ll take me a while, so please return to the room and rest. It’s not like I can’t move anymore.”
Albert narrowed his eyes and smirked.
“Who was it again who said that she didn’t like lies? Rosé, can you tell me?”
…But Albert ignored my suggestion swiftly.
I really can’t win against him.
In the end, I entered the kitchen and left Albert in front of the door. Blanc followed my movements.
The first thing I did after coming into the kitchen was to place a pot over the stove and started the fire to heat it up.
While I was warming up the porridge, I leaned against the wall.
“Don’t be siiick…”
Evidently worried, Blanc was on the verge of tears.
“I’m okay, I won’t die. See? Sick people can get better.”
I patted Blanc’s head and comforted him.
It wasn’t so difficult to reassure Blanc since he could now see that Albert’s all better again.
“Reeeaallyyy…?”
“Yes, yes.”
He still had tears brimming around his eyes, but Blanc seemed to understand what I was trying to say.
Soon, the porridge was all heated up. After contemplating for a while, I took out some eggs and made a simple rolled omelet.
Albert’s been having about the same food for several days in a row now. It seemed difficult for a well-built person to eat only porridge.
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