Page 52 of Maid for the Alien Prince

Those were the truest words either of us had spoken since our meeting had begun. Before, I had been a boy, growing up poor and on the streets, with only my loving father to protect and guide me.

Once he was gone, I latched onto Ges, who assumed my father’s previous role. I had believed in him, trusted him, but he had earned none of it, instead hijacking the powerful emotions I’d felt about my poor deceased father.

Then Camila had opened my mind to what my eyes refused to see. Now I knew the truth. And I had outgrown him.

Ges shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You need me here—”

“To steal from me? To take my money and antiques? To beat my staff? To rape them? No, I don’t think so. You’ve outstayed your welcome.”

I stepped back to move behind my desk, before turning on him again:

“And you know the tragic thing about all this? You could have lived like a prince here for the rest of your life, could have fed at the trough for as long as you wished, living the life you’ve always dreamed of… but instead, you chose to do what you've always done. To live with dishonesty and deception. But I can see your lies now, they are as clear as day, and I will not put up with it any longer.”

“You can’t do this—”

A knock came at the door and I immediately responded with, “Come.”

Four guards entered wearing their full armored uniforms.

“You requested us, Your Highness?” the Captain said.

“Yes. Please escort Ges out. And make sure he doesn’t return to his rooms. Have maids pack up his things and put them outside. They should also take the stolen antiques they will find there and have them returned to their rightful places.”

The guards, taken by surprise, hesitated a moment before marching towards Ges.

“What is this?” Ges growled. “You can’t do this!”

“I am the Prince. This is my palace. You work for me. As do the guards.”

Ges turned to the guards and snapped a finger at me. “Arrest him! He’s an imposter! He’s not a real prince!”

The guards formed a square around him. They had a new master now, and it wasn’t Ges.

He spun around, growling, teeth clenched tight, his hands forming huge meaty fists.

The guardsmen were Ulsen and heavily built. None were bigger or stronger than Ges but together, could easily overpower him. And I would lend a hand too, if the situation arose.

“It’s that bitch, isn’t it?” he snapped. “The one you’ve been mating with? She’s been pouring poison into your ears—”

“You will not refer to her that way!” I snapped, bolting to my feet.

“She’s really done a number on you, hasn’t she? Buried herself in deep, like a tick.”

I slammed my fist on the table or else I would end up rounding the desk and planting my fist in his face instead. “You will not speak of her that way.”

Ges blinked and it was as if he had just awoken from a dream. Or a realization. “I was just making an… observation. That’s all.”

“Well, Camila has made plenty of observations too. Observations that I missed, too consumed with my own problems. But not any longer. Now I see everything the way it truly is.”

Seeing that he was outnumbered and overpowered, Ges glared at me with bloodshot eyes. “You are nothing!” he spat. “Do you hear me? Nothing! You wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me!”

“And with all your stealing, I wouldn’t be here for long if you remained. Take him away.”

The guards dragged him towards the door. Ges had the intelligence not to fight too hard and only put up a little resistance.

“I swear by the almighty Creator that you’ll regret this!” he bellowed. “You’ll regret this! I swear, you will regret this—”

The door slammed shut as he was dragged down the hall, his howling cries fading.

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