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It was no wonder that the female servants of the castle liked him. If he was prone to shower them in expensive gifts, it was not so surprising why so many claimed that they loved them. She felt the cool silver press against her skin as a startling difference to the leader cord that kept the small sliver of orangey crystal attached to her neck. She felt the burn of his lips on her forehead and, for a moment, felt her heart flutter.

You know he does this with the other girls, too. You’re just being silly.

A blush crossed her cheeks and she looked downward. Resting right above her mother’s crystal was a considerably larger crystal shell. It was lovely and she chewed on her lower lip. “Its beautiful but… but you spend a lot to simply dote on the pretty girls of the palace.”

Her pale brown eyes, almost shining a light gold looked upward towards him. “Thank you though.”

Andromeda wasn’t expecting him to redo it but was glad that he had. Eventually she would have gotten around to it, when she had managed to escape his room. That little piece of crystal was the only thing she had left of her mother. She studied the two together. They may have clashed style wise but she would likely wear both of them.

“I’ll keep it on. Its rare whenever I get anything and I was told to never look a gifted horse in the mouth. Besides I will never get a chance to own anything so beautiful again.”

She traced it with a delicate finger, calloused with the work she had done in the garden.

“Pick out an outfit for you?” she asked in disbelief. “I… I am not sure how good at that I would be.”

She only had a few different dresses and sashes to chose from and, even then, she just threw on whatever wasn’t dirty. She wrung her hands together and looked around at the clothes, smirking at the green shirt a moment. With its color it would make his red hair stand out even more. She stood from the bed to look at his clothing.

“You have so much that is intimidating. I always preferred simple and comfortable clothing. Maybe that black button up and a pair of simple slacks? Though I doubt that would be princely enough. What would your mother think?”

It amazed her how very casual the Prince was. She was half expecting an uptight royal lech that preyed on the maids of the palace. Her assumptions had only been partially correct. Even if she would not fall for his charm Andromeda had a feeling that they could be very good friends. She was proper in her role but, secretly, she wished she could be as casual as him.

He had intrigued her enough to make her stay where she was for the time being. If he tried anything too serious then she would leave, despite what he ordered or told her to do. She waited for him to come back, twirling a curl absentmindedly around a finger as she waited for him to return from his bathroom.

She grimaced as he placed his head on her lap. He was too friendly and now she was sure that he was attempting to woo her into his bed. After he plucked the string off of her worn dress, she slipped over in attempts to get his head off of her lap. Andromeda wasn't a thing like the other servants. While generally sweet and submissive, she wasn't going to let herself be fooled by attempt like this.

"You didn't tell me to leave either. A proper servant does not leave until they are properly dismissed." She retorted. Her voice was as sweet as honey as she spoke. It was true though. The older maids had instructed her in that way. "The black goes nicely with your hair, by the way. So would have the green but you begged me not to pick it."

That was all she could ever aspire to be; a proper servant. Part of her wished she could leave that sort of life behind but the truth was she couldn't and working in the palace was the best anyone like her could hope for. It was a nice thing to say in jest but she wondered if he knew the implication of his words.

So instead of getting wrapped up in it, she shrugged it off. His next question took her off guard anyway. Sing? Instantly she flushed. Sometimes she did, whenever she was alone and tending to the garden. Though, really, she wasn't that talented.

"I do sing like a cat." she told him. "That has had its tail stepped on... multiple times."

"Well... if you insist..."

The young woman stood up. She had heard singing was better if the person was standing. Millie, Mimi's mother, could sing really pretty too. At least Andromeda thought so. She took in a deep breath and began to sing, loudly.

"I am sorry I'm not strait forward. In my dreams I can often tell you. My thoughts are about to short circuit; I want to see you right now!"

It wasn't good. Not by a long shot but she was putting all of her effort in to it.

His voice caused her to pause. He was certainly much better than she was and she was humbled for it. She placed her hands on her cheeks. It was no wonder that so many girls fell for him. He was attractive, had a silver tongue, and talented. If she had less wits about her, that might have been enough to seduce her.

"I must sound terrible in comparison to what you're used to," she replied back instead of singing like he wanted. "Are you sure you want to continue this? I don't know much more of that song anyway."

Shyly she put her arms behind her back and looked down at her shoes. They were her 'good' pair bur still looked like they would fall apart with a little more use.

"But I would like to hear you sing some more."