PRINCE’S P.O.V:

"Your Majesty, an invitation for the prince from A country is here!" announced the royal guard while a middle aged porter followed the guard quietly.

 "Hand it over!" I yelled from a far and strode towards them; I took the card over from the porter and walked back to

my room hurriedly.

 I began to unwrap the beautiful shining golden invitation card "An invitation to a birthday party? What is she? A kid?" I scoffed in a hateful tone as I threw the invitation card in the trash bin.

 I marched out of my room towards the king's (my father) chamber, "Father! I understand that her family kept you under their wings while you were in danger. Is there no way of repaying them than getting married to the girl I don't even know?" I questioned him while trying to sound as calm as I could.

 "Son, they didn't only save my lives but yours and our country too… without them we would have been dead. You know, dead? He is not a very kind thing… “My old man replied to my question calmly as he looked out the window with a letter in his hand.

 "Also, that betrayer servant of ours is still out there somewhere, his lies almost caused us our entire country,just a lowly servant...I won’t force you to marry her." continued my father with a sigh clenching his fist as the past came flashing back at the back of his head.

 "What!"I exclaimed my hazel eyes doubled in size looking astonished at my father calm and logic answer

  "You heard that right, son! You are the only son I have and I don't want to make you unhappy." He turned his head around slowly and looked at me with the stupid expression on my face.

  "But..." He continued with a devious smile across his lips...

  "OH! NO!" I was screaming internally as I sat frozen, anticipating for what was going to come next. My heart beating crazily a thousand times per second like it was trying to pump out from my chest and run away.

 "You need to give her a chance; you go there and disguised yourself as her tutor…" he announced and paused for a moment for he was enjoying the suspense look on my face.

 "Stay there for as long as you can, minimum up to 6 months and see if you like her." He continued in a serious tone.

 "But, father, what if she doesn't like me, even if I happen to like her? And, why does she need a tutor?" I questioned in a clueless tone.

 In the imagination of the prince, the girl that his father had chosen for him is a well disciplined, sophisticated, beautiful; innocent and a young well attitude woman like him.

 "My son… all in good time... All in good time, you will get all your answers once you reached there." My father answered in a helpless tone, he turned to read the letter in his hand.

 "You said whenever I want I can come back, and you said 6 months minimum.... father…"

 "I made a promise son, so even if we want to break that promise, we must at least have a good reason and that reason can only be justified when you see it with your very own eyes and hear it with your own ears." He explained as he cut in mid sentence.

 "I understand, father! But I want to go there the day after her birthday." I told him in a low voice; I tilted my head with defeat as I stood up ready to leave.

 "Oh, son I forget to tell you that your flight has been booked for next week, Wednesday. Yay!" My father exclaimed and hearing that I halted abruptly I could not take another step forward.

I was shook as hell…

 "Father" I turned around and looked at him greatly astonished.

  "Isn't that day her birthday?" I slumped back down to the chair I just sat on.

 "Yes, son… Yes it is. My smart man" He tittered looking up at me from his chair with a silly wide grinned on his face.

 "One more thing, you cannot use our royal private jet, servants, butler, cars anything that belongs to the royal palace."

Like I was not being tortured enough, I wasn’t allowed to use the things which I have been using it since I was a baby?

 It was like he was telling me to die and not ask for help…

 "What! Father... Have I done anything wrong to you? I am sorry for whatever it is.. Okay." I cried as I jumped out from the chair startled and apologized repeatedly....

 Trying my very best to persuade him; I massage his shoulders, helped him dust off the clothes he was wearing from the wind, getting him foods and snacks from the royal kitchen, I used up all the compliments I collected from the internet, I gave him my cute puppy eyes but all in vain…

It didn’t faze him a bit and at the end I was still told to go alone like a normal person...

NORA'S P.O.V:

La la la la... hum, hmmm" I vaguely remember happily entering in my house humming and dancing, staggering to my feet, swaying a little from side to side.

"Young, miss! You've arrived! I will go and informed, mistress right away" one of the maids rushed towards me with a looked of relief all over her face.

"Hold On! Who allowed you to go?" I yelled and flopped down the floor drunk. Maybe I had too much than the average in the club that night...

"Miss...Can you walk? Shall we carry you to your room?" asked the maids anxiously as they held me on my shoulder helping me sit up on the floor near the entrance.

"Get your dirty stinky hands off me! How dare you!" I yelled swinging my arms violently; I started kicking my legs like a small kid.

"Get off me, I said!" I continued yelling, trying to fight against the maids like I was in some kind of war.

I drew out my phone from my bag  thinking it’s a sword and swung it over their faces while they were busy holding me up.

I looked at them with my two blurry eyes like they were my opponents trying to kill me, laughing out loud as they slowly approached me with a sword in their hands in a battlefield.

"I don't spare anyone. You are all going to die ha ha ha" I let out an arrogant laughed while still pointing my sword(phone) toward the maids.

"Why is it so noisy?" I heard my mother,Joy, voice from a distance as she came down the stairs drowsily.

"My survivor.." I thought chuckling as I passed out right there and then...

"Mistress its young miss... she is sleepy" answered one the maids nervously, not daring to say that she, her sweet daughter is drunk.

"Oh... My poor baby, why you guys didn’t bring her to her room?" asked, Joy, rushing towards Nora.

She passed a glaring eyes at the maids with her fiery red eyes.

"Do you know how cold the floor is...? If my baby gets sick you all will pay with your lives.” she continued as she hugged her daughter and wrapped her up with her cashmere shawl gently.

"Ye...yes, mistress" replied the maids with their shaky voices.

"Bryan! Come here and look at our daughter sleeping soundly" yelled, Nora's, mother tittering as she gazed gently at her drunken daughter snoring like a small cute pig.

"Our, Nora, is home?" cried, Nora's, father, Bryan Zhou, with a pair of glittering eyes as he ran down the stairs excitedly.

"Oh... My sweetheart, she is sleeping so soundly, just like you." he whispered as he approached his wife and his sleeping drunk daughter, sitting in the middle of the main hall.

"We are so lucky to have her... her face so red... Is she going to get sick, Bryan!" Joy panicked as she shook, Bryan, vigorously with her other hand.

"Probably... Maybe drunk" mumbled the maids to each other and tittered softly making sure they were not heard.

"Calm down! Dear, let’s take her in her room first and let one of the maids wipe her with warm water. She will feel good and sleep better." Bryan assured his wife as he scoops her up and carried his daughter in his arms.

"Be careful, Bryan, walk slowly or you might wake her up." whispered, Joy, signaling to one of maids to follow them.

“Wipe her body very gently with warm water and make sure, she finds whatever she searches for in the morning." ordered, Joy, sternly in a low voice.

"Also, make her some soup, in case she wakes up in the middle of the night hungry.” intercepted, Bryan, while gazing at his drunk drooling daughter lovingly.

"She will be fine, now... Let’s go." said, Bryan, in a low and soft voice patting his wife's shoulder so as to comfort her.

"Ummm... I hope so." She took his hand from her shoulder, interlocked it with her’s and walked towards their room like a loving couple.

"Sigh~ I am really concerned about, young Miss Future." uttered the oldest maid to the other maids who were working on a night shift.

"Why are you so worried, senior maid? She has a wealthy family and even if her parents passed away, she will still be living a rich life... Won't she?" asked one of the maids clueless while the other 2 maids nodded their heads quietly to show their approval with her statement

"You fool! Who will want to marry her? Have you ever thought about that? She will always be lonely with no true friends and no boyfriend... a broken and lonely heart. Since that day, she changed and so her parents. “said the senior maid in a dejected tone.

"But, I heard she is betrothed to the only prince of a very big and prosperous country." the other maid commented thoughtfully wearing the “I am not so sure" expression.

"Shut up! Do you know the consequences of saying things like that, which you are not even sure of especially…If young miss hears you, you would have pack your bags by now; know that, it’s only because of her that you got this well paying job as a maid for night shift just to take care of her." The senior maid warned her in a flustered low voice just enough for the maids to hear her.

"I understand, senior maid, thank you for the warning, I will watch my mouth from now." the maid kowtowed in front of her to show her respect and appreciation.

"You don't have to do that...We all need to watch each other back, stand up!" the senior maid walked closer to her and helped her up.

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LANCE’S P.O.V:

 "Ugh! Why is my father doing this to me? Am I not his real son…"I grumbled murmuring to myself under my breath while carrying my suitcase for the first time in my life.

 "Wait....Am I adopted."I thought; I halted dramatically looking up at the beautiful twilight...

 The sky dusked and the shadows got long and hard…I tried to call for a cab but my ego was too big to call out a cab by waving my hands around like a fool to get the attention of a lowly cab drivers.

 I walked and walked on the busy streets feeling exhausted, not knowing where I was but was too proud to ask for help from others.

 I walked nonstop; my stomach growled asking for food.

The hotel staff helped me get a cab at last, it was hard for me to admit that I needed help....

 I sighed with relief as I got into the cab hesitantly knowing very well that I was not allowed to book a room in a hotel.

 "Well, the light in the mansion is still on. Great! This is the first time I am seeing my mysterious betrothed...Why am I so nervous? Am I in the right place?" I thought out loud as I reached for my phone in my pocket and re-check the address to confirm it.

 I got off the cab with a deep sigh and marched towards the mansion of my so called’ fiancée’ feeling anxious and

exhausted, I pressed the doorbell.

 "Yes? Are you invited?" a maid popped her head out from the door looking worn-out and busy…

 I heard a loud music playing inside the house, it was like a club. I could feel every music beat beating against the wall, to where I was standing…It was loud and deafening.

  "Uhm… Yes!"I replied feeling unsure for I had to keep my identity a secret.

 "Okay…Come in, then."  She popped her head back in and opened the door ushering me in.

 "Haaaaahh... Who is that, maid? Who is disturbing my moment?? Kick them out! I am happy here…" I heard a woman yelling from a distance in a drunken tone…

 I curiously looked towards the direction to where the voice came from, I saw a girl with a disheveled red short hair, a princess tiara on her head placed crookedly, wearing a beautiful short pink princess cut dress.

 The woman staggered to her feet with her eyes half open, holding a half bottle of whiskey in her hand and an empty glass on the other.

 "Miss Nora, he is here for your birthday party!" informed the maid standing beside the door with her head down.

 "Heyyyyy......  What up? You’re late.......everyone......have gone home…Come back next year.......Mr. Stranger." The woman slurred her words drunk; she spoke really really slow as she wobbled towards me.

I was shocked.. .I felt like I was given an electric shock, I looked at her, appalled.

 "Take this, Pal! It's my birthday present to you. Ain't I generous?" She pushed the half bottle of whiskey she was holding against my chest; feeling generous she grinned from ear to ear with a silly look on her face.

 "Gosh… You reek of alcohol."I commented and covered my nose with my hand as she came closer and closer towards me.

 She leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my neck standing on her toes; she laid her head on my chest grinning foolishly with her eyes closed.

 That was the first time I felt a woman’s body, for the first time I felt a real living woman breathing against my chest as she purred in content.

"Take-Take her off me please…" I cried panicking like I was about to die while the drunk woman fell asleep as soon as her head hit my chest.

 In the meantime another woman came down the stairs elegantly looking at the maids cleaning the house from the party.

 "Where is, Nora baby?" questioned the woman to the maids while she looked around the house searching for her.

"Mistress, young miss is in the arms of that young man." one of the maids pointed at me.

 "What!" The woman ran towards me as soon as she saw me and the drunken girl.

 "My darling baby... What did you do to my daughter? Are you trying to kidnap her? What do you want from her?" she questioned me frantically without waiting for my answers while she stared at the woman lying on my chest, not knowing what to do...

 "Madam... She is your daughter? Would you mind?" I uttered trying to keep my calm.

 "Oh... Give me, my baby..." She ecstatically cried as she extended her hands forward to hold her precious daughter.

 "Oh…Oh...Oh…Take her back...Take her back.” She said repeatedly pushing her towards me; not able to bear her daughter’s heavy weight.

 I sighed and pulled her back to my chest in a blink of an eye.

 "Take her inside, please..." She requested in a small voice followed by an awkward laughter.

  "Lead the way."I scooped her up and carried the girl in my arms not having the energy to argue.

 "My Bag...!" I turned back to get my stuff.

 "Don't worry, young man, the maids will carry in for you." She assured me as she signaled the maids to carry it in.

 "What I thought and what happened…I never should have come." I grunted, feeling frustrated with all the things that happened to me in just one day.

 "Her room is here... thank you, young man." The woman ushered me in politely.

 I lay the sleeping drunk snoring woman down in her Queen Size bed gently.

  Her mother was busy giving orders to her maids, a senior looking maid led me out in the living area and handed me a glass of water.

 I could see that the girl was loved and also spoiled… very spoiled.

 "Is she my fiancée? The woman my father wants me to married to? I can only hope that I am wrong." I thought gulping down the glass of water.

 "Young man, are you the tutor my mom talked about? Or are you here for her birthday's party?" The mother’s of the drunken girl walked in the living hall to where I was sitting.

"Yes, I am the tutor and my name is, Lance Bailey. Nice to meet you"