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The Night Prince - Chapter 8Chapter EightIn Which A Terrifying Sensation Comes Over LuciaEven though the day was drawing to a close, the servants were still kept hard at work in the kitchen. The only pair of hands that was not dedicated to mixing, slicing, stirring, chopping, or peeling seemed to be Claudette's, whose instead swung briskly by her sides as she marched around the kitchen. She barked out orders like a military general preparing her troops for an attack. Lucia struggled to keep up. Even though she worked quite hard at home, she was not used to the additional pressure of a shouting onlooker."You there," Claudette shouted at the maid. "Work faster. We can't keep the Mistress waiting." The russet-haired maid, who was grinding spices, quickened her pace. Lucia's ears perked up. Still diligently peeling vegetables, she wondered if perhaps the flustered Claudette had made a slip of the tongue.
The Night Prince - Chapter 7Chapter SevenIn Which Lucia Awakens To A Distressing Situation And Another One Of The Mansion's Secrets Makes Itself KnownSunlight pulled her from her slumber. Lucia had left the curtains open the previous night so that the sunrise would serve to do just that. It took her a moment to remember that she was not in her own bed at home, and a moment longer to realize that what she'd thought of as her own bed was no longer hers. No. From the previous day onward, Lucia's bed would be the very one in which she had slept that night. She had had quite a restful sleep, which was fortunate, because there was much investigating to be done that day. The notion of this brought on her next thought, which was that Byron had gone away. This saddened her, especially that his absence would last for an indeterminate time. She couldn't help but feel lonely, suddenly aware of a longing that she had never felt be
The Night Prince - Chapter 6Chapter SixIn Which Lucia Receives News Of Prince Byron's PlansIt was rather late when Lucia was summoned to the dinner table. By that time, she was feeling quite confident in knowing her way around the mansion. Furthermore, she just had surrendered a few moments to vanity. Having had donned the new dress and examined her appearance in the mirror, she was quite pleased. In her home village, everyone was weary and dirty with sweat and earth. No one was vain, for no one had the time to be. Lucia had never seen herself in quite such a glamorous way. At that moment, in front of the mirror, she vowed not to let her appearance drive her to undeserved boastfulness. Of course, she enjoyed the moment nonetheless.What she found more exciting than the dress, of course, would be another encounter with Byron. Now that she was quite satisfied that she was not entirely reliant on him, she felt