Chapter 12. New Role as Handmaiden

"William obviously has a type," she explained. "You should know better than most of his affair with Lady Grace. Considering you are so close to the Crown Prince, Martin."

I rose my eyebrows at her.

"I wouldn't say we were close," I told her, trying to keep my voice even. I remembered his visit to the library, the day that Melody had forced me to be her handmaiden. A month had gone by since then, but my encounter with Martin was still fresh in my head.

He acted so strangely.

"There's a small rumor going around that he visited the library often. Did he not?" Melody asked with a coy smile placed on her lips.

"He came for the books," I corrected.

She laughed again. I attempted to keep the annoyance off my face.

"Of course, he did," she spoke as if she didn't believe me. She had no reason to not believe me. "Anyways, Prince William obviously has a type, and you don't quite fit that description."

A small crease appeared between my eyebrows.