Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Translator: Yonnee

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After I finished eating my food with an iron plate of shamelessness on my face, I eventually felt ashamed.

If I still had my old job, I could have just gone home after work, but I was in the tower right now. I was still too sick to escape to the kitchen, and it could get dangerous if I ever collapsed while I was by myself.

After worrying about it for a moment, I then decided to escape to the bed.

I didn’t want to use the bed as much as possible, but I just followed Albert’s order for me to use the bed as long as I was sick.

“Ugh.”

The moment I lay in bed and my head hit the pillow, the migraine became unbearable. I frowned.

“I’ll… be off to dreamland now!”

What a wondrous phenomenon it was to not feel pain while you sleep and let time fly by!

But as I kept my eyes closed, I realized that it was harder to fall asleep. I couldn’t slip off to dreamland because my head was throbbing. It’s the kind of headache you’d get from not being allowed to eat dinner when you’re on a diet.

And when you try to will yourself asleep, that’s when sleep escapes you.

What kind rebellion^[1] is my body doing…

I shut my eyes tightly. I’m going to sleep. I’m falling asleep. I’m sleeping.

One sheep… Two… Three…

“Didn’t you say you’re going to sleep?”

I don’t know if he was acknowledging my desperate efforts or if he’s just laughing at me, but Albert asked like this. Considering that his voice had a tinge of amusement in it, the second guess would be the right one.

“…I’m about to sleep, but sleep isn’t coming to me. I’m in a terrible condition, but my body isn’t letting me sleep…”

And as I complained, Albert responded.

“Then it’s my turn to take care of you.”

How did he pull that conclusion out of my complaints? I answered right away.

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

“You’re not. You’re only saying your fine. I should make you feel better.”

Yet again, I failed to hide my thoughts. I could feel the bed shifting under his weight beside me.

I gulped . When I opened my eyes, I saw Albert sitting on the bed. Our roles were entirely reversed, and now he’s the one taking care of me.

How can a maid make a prince do something for her? With my eyes wide open, I spoke firmly towards Albert.

“For just letting me use the bed, I’m already eternally grateful to Your Highness.”

“Nonsense.”

My serious words were ignored at once. What do you mean, nonsense? I really mean it.

“I also fed you personally. This is nothing.”

His words held no lies, but I was nonetheless left speechless. As expected, I should have refused earlier, but a capitalist mindset was such a force to be reckoned with.

Even so, wasn’t it so outrageous that my land had increased with just eating one spoon of food that he offered? Anyone who grew up in a capitalist society would have accepted as well.

I wonder what I should say to this prince so that he’d listen to my refusal.

As I was wrestling with my thoughts, which would likely run away from me soon because of the migraine, Albert asked with a languid voice.

“How should we start, Rosé.”

His low voice sent shivers down my body. I couldn’t figure out why the words, ‘How should we start,’ sounded so different to me.

And his face, which should be harmless, was like a deadly weapon right now.

Pulling the blanket up until the tip of my nose, I murmured quietly.

“I really would like it if Your Highness doesn’t do anything for me…”

In response to what I said, Albert smirked.

“That’s a difficult request, Rosé.”

But at that moment, the migraine shot through my head and seemed to split it in half. It was like the pain I’d felt until now was just a taste test, and so a tremendous amount of pain hit me like a sledgehammer.

“Agh…”

A groan slipped through my lips by itself. I reflexively wrapped my hands over my head.

“Huuuuk…”

Then an inexplicable force came in droves throughout my entire body. Because of the excessive shock, I was left dazed for a moment. My eyes went blank.

“Rosé?”

Albert’s voice sounded so far away.

“Uuugh…”

Tears flowed out of my eyes. I wasn’t crying because I wanted to. I didn’t even know that I was crying until I felt those tears trickling down. I couldn’t stand it.

“Mmh…”

I clenched my teeth together and held back my groans. I was worried that I might bite so hard that my teeth would get cracked, but those worries disappeared in an instant. I couldn’t think about anything anymore as I clutched my head tighter when another wave of pain hit my head. I just had to believe that the pain would pass if I continued doing this.

I squinted through my previously shut eyes. Then, I made eye contact with Albert. He was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t read.

The look in his narrowed eyes was deep, as though he had unknown oceans within them.

I managed to open my lips to mutter towards Albert.

“P-Prince, you should go and rest.”

It wouldn’t feel nice to look at a sick person. And besides, we were in the tower, so there’s no way to help me. I don’t need to make someone feel helpless when there’s really nothing for them to do. So, it’s better if Albert stays away.

But come to think of it, I’m in his room and there’s nowhere else Albert can go. It would be insolent of me to kick Albert out and send him to my attic.

Then, there’s only one way. I’m the one who needs to move.

¹ the word used for ‘rebellion’ here is actually ‘green frog’, which is a character that appears in a fairytale where the green frog does everything that his mother tells him not to do. ↩