Page 29 of Royal Fling
August opened the door, and I side-stepped behind it.
I looked through the crack of the door at a young girl with dark hair tied up in a bun and a maid uniform.
Jesus Christ. This man had a whole team living here.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” she said and curtsied. I froze.
Wait, what did she call him?
I stared at August, and he glanced at me, biting his lip.
“What is it, Tina?” he asked.
“Your Highness, you have a visitor,” she said, dipping her head.
“Tell them I’m occupied,” he said, seemingly unbothered by the continuous mention of highnesses.
Was it an inside joke? Was she being sarcastic? She didn’t sound sarcastic.
Crap. Did he ask his staff to treat him like a prince? He didn’t strike me for the kind of person to do that, but then again, I barely knew him.
“I can’t, sir.”
There. She called him a sir now. It had to be an insider rich thing I didn’t understand.
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s Her Majesty, sir. Your mother,” she said.
Highness? Majesty? What the hell were they talking about? Was I still dreaming?
“I’ll be right there, Tina. Thank you,” he said and closed the door.
He looked at me with a pained look that I didn’t know how to translate.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I swallowed a knot in my throat and hugged the robe tighter around my body.
“Why did she call you Your Highness?”
August took a deep breath and took my hands in his.
“Because that’s my formal address,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Remember when you asked me about my surname last night?”
I nodded.
“I wasn’t lying. I don’t have a last name. I’m sorry, Luke. I should have told you sooner, but people tend to change how they treat me when they find out,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell me.
“Find out what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“That I’m the Crown Prince of Elysia,” he said.
