Chapter 107: I’ll be your servant princess!

Amelia's smile, shy yet unmistakably flirtatious, held a promise that sent a thrill of excitement through my veins.I knew, in that moment, that my seduction mission had just taken a significant turn for the better.

"The princess likes me," I thought to myself, my confidence swelling at the realization. "One-third of my problems are solved."

As my mind raced to conjure a plan, Amelia's presence became both a temptation and an obstacle.

I knew that, to succeed in my mission, I needed to find a way to isolate her, to create a moment of intimacy that would allow me to make my feelings known.

"I need to get her alone," I thought to myself, my eyes darting around the chamber as I searched for a possible solution. "But how? And where?"

My gaze, once focused on Amelia's face, began to wander, drawn to the enticing curves of her figure.

Unconsciously, my eyes drifted downward, my gaze coming to rest on the swell of her chest, the soft curve of her breasts a tantalizing sight.

My ears, attuned to the slightest change in sound, picked up the faintest of gasps, a breathy exhalation that seemed to carry a world of meaning. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The unexpected noise cut through my racing thoughts, a warning bell that jolted me back to the present, my eyes darting upwards in a hurried attempt to avert my gaze.

Amelia's expression betrayed a hint of shock, her eyes widening ever so slightly as she studied my face, the flush of pink in her cheeks a testament to the rising tide of emotion within her.

This encounter, coupled with the stolen glance that had lingered too long, seemed to have taken her by surprise.

I struggled to suppress a smile, my lips twitching as I fought to maintain a modicum of composure in the face of Amelia's unexpected reaction.

I could feel the rush of victory coursing through me, the realization that I had made some headway in my seduction mission filling me with confidence and a hint of glee.

"One-third of my problems is definitely solved," I thought to myself, my pulse racing as I considered the possibilities that lay before me.

As Damon emerged from the closet, the two rings noticeably absent, Amelia rose from the bed, her movements fluid and graceful as she straightened her dress and readied herself to depart.

Amelia's voice, still soft and lilting, carried a tinge of mischief as she spoke, her words a subtle apology for the abrupt end of our interaction.

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"I have some robes mother sent to you," she said, her eyes briefly flicking in my direction before settling on her brother's face. "I found them too heavy to carry.

Damon, his expression a mask of nonchalance, took the proffered information in stride, nodding once in acknowledgement of Amelia's words.

"I'll send a servant over," he said, his tone clipped and detached.

Amelia, her expression resolute, rejected her brother's dismissal with a soft but firm rebuttal.

"That won't be necessary," she said, her voice a gentle but insistent melody. "How about your guard comes to pack them for you?

Damon's countenance, stoic and unmoving, betrayed no hint of sympathy as he shook his head, his tone dismissive and unyielding.

"He's a guard, not a servant," he said.

My voice, steady and sure, cut through the tension like a knife as I spoke, the words a bold declaration of my willingness to assist Amelia in her plan.

"I don't mind," I said, my eyes fixed on Amelia as I made my intentions clear. "If you would be so kind as to lead the way, Princess, I will gladly assist you in packing the robes."

As I looked at Amelia, my heart hammering with anticipation, I knew that this was my chance, the opportunity I had been waiting for to advance my mission.

The chance to be alone with her, to be in her room, was too good to pass up.

I had to take advantage of it, to find a way to use it to my advantage, to further my seduction of the princess.

The stakes were high, the consequences dire if I failed, but I was determined to succeed, to complete my mission

Damon, his brow furrowed with confusion, stared at me as if I had sprouted a second head, his voice sharp with disbelief.

"What?" he said, his tone bordering on incredulity. "You can't be serious. Did I hear you correctly?"

With a deliberate nonchalance that belied the nervous energy thrumming beneath my skin, I shrugged, a gesture that conveyed an air of indifference.

"I really don't mind," I said

The subtle challenge in Damon's voice, a hint of suspicion coloring his words, was an accusation in itself, his eyes narrow slits of distrust as he fixed me with a hard stare.

"Since when did you start doing servant duties?

My patience, a delicate façade that had begun to fray, snapped in that moment, the frustration that had been simmering beneath the surface bubbling over into a sharp retort.

"I'd do anything if it gets me out of this room for a few minutes," I snapped, my voice tinged with barely restrained anger. "A servant's duties seem far more appealing than being cooped up in here all day."

Damon, his jaw clenched in consideration, pondered my outburst, his brow furrowing as he weighed the merits of my outburst against his natural inclination to maintain control.

After a few moments, he relented, his face relaxing as he gave a curt nod, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.

Whatever," he muttered.

As Damon returned his attention to the book, I took a measured step away from my seat, my movements deliberate and unhurried as I rose to my feet.

I took care to keep my excitement hidden, my expression neutral and controlled as I concealed the flutter of anticipation in my chest.

My steps were measured and slow, my gaze fixed on the floor as I made my way towards the door, my mind already racing ahead to the possibilities that awaited me beyond.