Chapter 8 ~ Hey, My Love

{Isla’s POV}

Yep! I hugged the careless-maid-who-had-almost-killed-herself-with-a-Wardrobe-that-weighed-up-to-two-braford-bulls.

As much as she was clumsy enough to take her own life, she was my favorite maid… and my best friend!

“Andrea. You’re still so clumsy.” I squeezed her further into my embrace before I loosened it up to look at her.

“My Princess.” Was all she could mutter. There was tears in her eyes.

“I’ve missed you too,” I said, smiling.

Andrea was ‘mon meilleur ami’, as the French usually call it. She has been with me since I clocked thirteen, as she began Palace service in order to be able to pay off her deceased father’s debts. Her father had stolen from mine and had ended his life, so my dad, being the merciless king he was then, had obligated Andrea to settle the debts with menial service.

For this reason, I had taken pity on her and had made her my personal maid but treated her like a sister instead. I treat all my maids like sisters but Andrea is just special, even