*Rosalie‘s POV Estrella had made sure to take care of me, and once I had finished her medical protocols, she allowed me to return to my room– but under the condition that I stay in bed for two days and try to take it easy from now on The room the king had put us in was rather lovely, and had a separate living area with a sofa, fireplace, and other fine furnishings. It was basically a small one–bedroom apartment that fit every need I could possibly have to some extent.

Letting out a sigh, I curled up against the pillows in the bed and felt impossibly alone. I hated how much my life had changed. Yes, it had its moments where things were wonderful— but I felt so conflicted.

A knock on the bedroom door drew my eyes toward the entrance. “Yes?” “Miss Rosalie, it‘s Mary, your servant. May I enter?” Servant? “Uh, yes, of course.” Slowly, I slid from my position to sit up and propped a pillow behind my back. I watched the door opened, and a petite blonde–haired girl with large blue eyes stepped in, carrying a tray with silver–domed dishes.

“I brought you food, miss,” she said softly, walking toward the bed and placing the tray on a nearby table. “Alpha Ethan indicated that you are under doctor‘s orders to rest, and I have been instructed to fulfill your needs from now until Miss Estrella releases you from that order.” I was taken aback and shocked. I had been given a servant! “Uhm– no, I think that will be okay.” I stuttered, feeling completely weirded out by the situation. “I‘m grateful for your help, but you don‘t have to do this.” Her blue eyes widened in shock, and she looked up at me. “It‘s an honor, miss. Please, you don‘t have to thank me

– it‘s my job to serve those above me.” “Mary, I appreciate you. You don‘t have to fear judgment from me when you‘re around me. I‘m just not accustomed to having people serve me like this.” “Of course, miss. Is there anything else I can get for you?” she replied, giving me a small smile. “No, thank you for everything. I am sure it‘s perfect.” As Mary took her leave and headed out, I heard a small gasp from the living room. Then footsteps came closer until Ethan‘s face appeared in the bedroom doorway. I hadn‘t expected to see him any time soon, considering that he had so much going on with his soon–to–be bride. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he took steps closer to me. “I see that the girl was able to bring you food.” “Mary,” I stated firmly, watching him. Ethan looked at me for a moment, confused. A smile played across my lips. “Her name is Mary, the maid‘s, that is. She is very nice. Thank you for having her help me.copy right hot novel pub