Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ...and she wondered, did they go from lovers to enemies or from enemies to lovers?
"𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹."
Qu...
She was not happy that she was now serving the prince, but someone in her position had neither a say nor a choice. The high lordships did what they wanted with people like her.
Who cared about the needs of a simple girl?
She had hoped that Daeron would object, claim her for himself, but the only thing he did utter was his amazement. Otherwise, he had remained silent, leaving her to her fate.
Rose didn't know exactly what she had expected when it was said that she was now at Aemond's disposal, but she certainly hadn't thought of merely cleaning up his chambers. She felt useless.
Rose had a curious nature and was quite adaptable in fixing a number of things. It was not an adjustment for the prince to work. It was just something she would have preferred to avoid.
"My prince," she greeted Aemond as he stepped into his room without announcement. She jumped up and bowed.
Rose fell into the most superficial politeness that decency would allow. She hoped, if she kept her eyes down and appeared almost mute, that he would stop showering her with death threats. Her mother had taught her early on that there was nothing more teachable for a servant than the ability to remain inconspicuous. Her hope died when she looked up again and his blue eye studied her.
