I rub my head again and sigh. Well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with that but...
"Young master"
He glances back at me.
"Why did you answer my question? You could have easily dismissed it but instead you told me something personal, a servant you've only met twice"
Well he's only met me twice, but I've met him more times than I can count. He looks dumbfounded for a moment before covering his mouth in realisation.
"I- I uh- I'm not sure...I didn't think about that..."
I look at him in disbelief. What does he mean?! He didn't think before he told me something personal? Who does something so reckless? What if I asked him something super private or personal, would he simply tell me? I face palm. He fiddle's with his sleeve and looks away in embarrassment.
"Young master... pardon me but I do hope you know that you could be severely punished if the lord happened to find out but I'm not the type to get someone in trouble"
Well unless I get something out of it...
"So there is no need fret"
He looks slightly surprised at my response but then nods thankfully.
"I see, that is quite kind of you."
"Well it's not like I'd get anything out of it..."
I mutter under my breath.
"Pardon?"
"No, it's nothing"
He blinks a few times in confusion.
We both stare at eachother blankly.
His face flushes in embarrassment and shame.
"I'm a fool..."
Yes you are. I hope you remember that for the rest of your life you little- well there's no point of turning him in. Though I wouldn't mind drama I already said I wouldn't do it.
"Young master, I won't utter a word about what you have confessed to me I swear. Please be at ease."
He stops fiddling with his sleeve and glances up at me before nodding.
"Please excuse me"
I bow my head in respect and begin to walk away. I need to get away from this, I can't handle the awkwardness anymore- he grabs my sleeve.
"You-...thank you..."
I pause. For some reason, those two words affect me and I feel a strange sensation in my chest. Maybe it's because I've never truly been thanked before so suddenly...or, is it because I've never been thanked so sincerely by ...him? I shake my head.
"No need, a promise is a promise"
He lets go of my sleeve and nods before walking away first. I walk back to my room, my feet moving unconsciously at the speed of light. I close my door and lock it before sliding to the floor.
"I-i need a break...haha...."
I groan and then close my eyes. That was not a pleasant interaction...not pleasant at all...
The next day, all the servants are called by the madame again for some reason. We line up in the hall and I notice that Xiao Ling isn't anywhere to be seen. Maybe she's busy with a different job?
"Today, the goods for the lord and emperor have arrived and so has a special guest, your job is simply to carry the boxes to the hall by noon. It shouldn't be that difficult. Causing trouble is out of the question and so is slacking. Do you understand?"
A chorus of 'yes ma'am!' filling the air and we began heading to the caravans where the boxes of goods (high class food, gold, jewellery, clothes ect) where. I lift a box which is annoyingly heavy and carry it, more caravans and carriages drive by so I try my best to avoid them. As I take the boxes in the hall, I overhear a conversation between two servant girls.
"...Yes, apparently he's going to be staying here for a bit as a way of showing respect and friendship between the emperor and the Lian clan."
"You think we might be able to catch a glimpse of the young Prince Li yin?"
"Let's try!"
With that they hurry off to get more boxes.
"Lian clan huh...."
I set the box in my arms down and dust my hands walking out of the hall to get the last few boxes in my caravan.
"A prince is just another noble who only cares for wealth and looks. Sounds boring to me."
I open my eyes and hear a loud screaching noise, I look to my left and see a carriage heading towards me and I freeze.
"damnit-!"
Everything goes black for a few minutes before I open my eyes. My head is spinning and my body feels heavy on the floor. I hear a man shouting but I'm not bothered to look up, I can barely make out any of the words he's spitting at me. Then, I see someone descend the carriage and walk over. Everything goes silent and my vision starts to slowly come back to me.
"You poor thing, take my hand"
I see a young man that looks my age if not younger kneeling Infront of me with a soft smile, his hand extended Infront of me. He has long silver hair and teel blue eyes that sparkle, his lashes long and he has an earring in his right ear. His robes are of silk and have gold patterns on it's sleeves and back, a black neck collar bellow his clothes. His voice is incredibly soothing for some reason and I find myself taking his hand as time stops...