Second Life's Revenge

Chapter 90: Confined III

Lock.

The only word Prince Winston was able to understand. The world around him disappeared as he was in deep thought not until he felt a touch on his arms. He flinched and turned to see who it was, seeing Tine with a concerned face she asked.

"Are you alright, Your Highness?"

Without saying a word, he shrugged Tine's hand off his arm and spoke coldly, "It's nothing to be concerned about." Never had he felt disgusted by a lady's touch it was a first. 

"Right, my father recently bought ginseng coming from the far east. I heard it's good for your health. If you don't mind do you want some?" Tine asked as she attempted to touch his arm but was rejected.

"The ginseng would be nice but just a warning I do not like people touching me," Prince Winston said in a low tone.

Tine bit her lip but still kept her smile on. It doesn't matter if the man she liked didn't like her back. At least Prince Winston wouldn't be able to escape from her hands. She nodded her head as if she didn't care what he said earlier.

Taking one step closer to him she tiptoed and whispered into his ear asking, "How can you reject me? I should have killed her earlier instead." Tine smiled and acted as if they were doing intimate actions. 

"You," Prince Winston snared as he clenched his fist. His other hand pointed at her and continued, "I am already engaged with you. Do not hurt her since you've already promised me."

"Promise?" Tine smirked. She crossed her arms and said, "I never said anything, regarding this promise."

This is what irritated him very much. Her true wicked personality a person who isn't meant to be called human. Though it was the truth. He didn't know who Tine was anymore.

Out of nowhere, Tine placed a hand on his arm once more but this time instead of being shrugged off he did nothing and accepted it. Though he would rather die than allow her to touch him. Since her touch wasn't warm and gentle.

"Let's go, Your Highness," Tine giggled. She felt happy that he had control over him and she didn't mind him resenting her for his whole life. 

While it was all happening Laura held her breath, covering her mouth as she sat on the floor. That was close. If Tine noticed Prince Winston looking up the windows specifically hers. Tine might have done something to her.

The good thing is that Tine did not notice it at all. Sometimes she thanks Tine for having little awareness, if not she might have been exposed. The clue was conveyed and all she could was to wait for him to solve it.

That's if he understood what she said.

Laura felt worried because she didn't know if her words were able to convey to him. She would start panicking if it didn't.

For some reason, Laura crawled all the way to the couch and that's because her legs fell weak when she saw Tine turning to Prince Winston. Arriving on the couch she sat on it and sighed out loud. She rested her head at the back while she stared up on the ceiling.

'Now you think about it the journal has not been shining. Is nothing going happen?'

It was going to be a huge bar for her to jump if there was one at this time. That's because there was no way out of this room. Her eyes slowly looked down and her eyes were directed at the bookshelves.

Books. One of the best things to do, while she was on break, was to read books. Mystery, war, politics, economy, and the ones that every lady would read were romance novels. Laura admitted deep down she was a big fan of novels especially novel themes.

But amongst the other books, there was one that stood out the most the cursed girl and the prince. It wasn't a novel but she enjoyed reading it as a child. Too bad it wasn't a novel all the more she was going to enjoy it.

Laura closed her eyes and after a few minutes, she drifted into the dark. It was weird because she did not feel tired at all but managed to fall asleep.

The last thing she could remember was a person desperately calling for her name. That name sounds very familiar but who was it?

"Help me."

Her consciousness struck back she heard a loud noise on the table. As if someone just threw a tray filled with plates onto the table. She opened her eyes and saw the maid throwing a fit as she walked out of the door.

'Such treatment it seems like that maid doesn't know her position. Let's see what can I do about her.'

Finishing her supper the same maid entered her room and shot glares towards Laura. But before the maid could leave her room Laura called, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm bringing your food tray back to the kitchen. Unless you want me to leave it in your room and let it smell?" The maid retorted.

Laura stood up from the couch she sat on and walked towards the maid who tightened her grip from the tray she held. Laura stood inches away from the maid and tilted her head. She was not confused but angered.

The maid gulped and with a trembling voice she asked, "What do you want from me?"

Without any hesitation, the room echoed as Laura slapped the maid on the face. The maid was speechless with one hand touching her about to swell cheek while the other was shaking and followed the tray.

The food tray crashed onto the floor with the untouched cold soup drenching the purple carpet that was laid on the floor.

"Ahmy carpet. Don't you know how hard it was to get this one?" Laura asked in a calm manner. All Laura wanted to do this night was to cause a commotion and that's another way to grab Tine's attention.

"B-but you're the one who started it," The maid answered back, and once more was slapped on the face but this time it was the other side.

"A mere maid answering back a lady of this family? Know your own status," Laura rolled her eyes. She walked closer to the maid and with a finger she pushed the maid back, making her stumble and fall onto the drenched carpet.

"Lady? No one in this estate acknowledges you!" The maid yelled and laughed heretically.

"That's what you think," Laura huff, giving a cold look and continued, "Have the others told you not to mess around me? To think you were the same maid who served me food the other day. I must be lucky to have you back because I can punish you for your wrongdoings."

"P-punish? What can you do when you have nothing?" The maid asked, slowly moving back.

"I have nothing? I won't deny that. Call me a demon all you want but I have the right to punish you. Don't you dare think you can get away from this," Laura smirked.

Coming from Laura's room screaming of lady drifted to the hallways, conveying it two the two guards and the other servants who were nearby Laura's room. The guards charged into Laura's room and to see the maid on the floor, weeping and asking for help.

"Put that tray down," The guard commanded.

Laura stood quietly and released the tray onto the ground. She lowered her body while tilting her head she asked the maid, "Are you alright?"

The maid was unable to speak with her face shattered while her legs were too weak to stand on its own. It was an unpleasing sight to see but this is what she deserves.

The nearby servants crowed Laura's room, murmuring to one another the drastic scene in her room. Though Laura didn't care what they were saying at all. At least it was a sign for those not to disrespect her.

"Y-you bring this maid out and treat her wounds," The guard called out on the servants who followed his orders.

Though they didn't have to be so fearful of Laura because she didn't have the strength to full destroy her face. It was the work of the silver tray. The tray is powerful.

"Don't worry she won't die. Though I fret she'll find a good partner," Laura said, making the front doors silent. "Call me cruel all you want but this is what you get for disrespecting a lady of this family."

Those servants who were in the room lowered their heads, they were also those who spoke bad things about her. Well, this is what she expected but at least the treatment given to her will be better.

"Also, whoever is going to send my food next time make sure that the food is edible. I don't want to be eating garbage."