I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

As dusk fully settled into the deep of night, it was almost midnight when Harold finally stood up from his desk in the office, having stayed late to organize documents to send back to his family estate.

"Soon, it'll be time to begin Ethan's succession to the title."

He had intended to allow his son to gain more real-world experience before handing over responsibilities, but now seemed like the only chance. Harold's recent experiences with Mezlen's bewilderingly foolish behavior compelled him to start thinking about transferring power sooner rather than later, especially if her antics might cause complications or threats to his own safety during the transition of the dukedom.@@novelbin@@

Under normal circumstances, dealing with a noble lady behaving as Mezlen did would have been manageable. But since she was a princess, fleeing seemed like the easiest and most effective solution. Harold wished to pass on his title to Ethan before making himself scarce. If he disappeared now as the head of the Blackwood family, it would cause a scandal, but after the transfer, he could simply be seen as an old noble wandering the empire in retirement.

Despite being relatively young to talk of retirement, Harold trusted his son Ethan completely, even if he was a bit of a doting father.

• Click.

Turning off the magic lamp, Harold stepped out of his office and headed for the stairs, only to be met unexpectedly by the mansion's butler.

Typically heading to his bedroom on the fourth floor, the butler cautiously approached to relay an incident from earlier.

"Master, a few hours ago, Princess Mezlen's servant asked me where your bedroom was located."

"My bedroom?"

• Swoosh.

• Tight embrace.

• Tighter still.