"Who is this special guest, Mrs. Jane?" Sylvia couldn't help herself and she asked curiously. Commoners like them never had a chance to meet the royalty.

"Aha Ha Ha. You sound excited dearie." Jane quickly removed the dough Sylvia was kneading. "And rightfully so!"

"Have you ever seen his highness Nicolas before? Oh, dear! He has the cutest dimples!"

Sylvia chuckled at the sight of the middle-aged woman swooning and blushing.

Jane spoke a great deal about the young prince but Sylvia's mind drifted away as she subconsciously started comparing the two brothers.

Both the brothers were bright and sunny according to Jane, with the younger brother being a little bit of a tease and very flirtatious.

Sylvia, however, didn't quite believe that story.

Jane was definitely wrong about the elder brother and about the younger one? She decided to only believe what she sees.

While Jane excitedly continued chatting away, time flew by quickly and the much-awaited guest arrived.

One of the castle guards came to the kitchen to notify them and Jane immediately loaded up a tray with fresh warm biscuits and a pot of steaming aromatic herbal tea.

She then flitted away to serve the two handsome princes like a young teenager in love.

Sylvia didn't want to go with her and waited for Jane at a distance, ready to help in case she needed it.

But the middle-aged woman was more than happy to serve tea to both the young men by herself.

She even had a visible blush on her face and giggled at the slightest compliment Nicolas threw her way.

The woman was totally smitten with Prince Nicolas!

Sylvia chuckled at this embarrassing sight.

She couldn't hear any of their conversations from her position, but she could see the tall young man clearly.

Nicolas had broad shoulders and a very sunny disposition with a bright smile lingering on his face at all times.

The man's features were distinctly different than Mikel's but he looked handsome and charming nevertheless.

If Mikel were to be the cool evening moon, this young man would be the morning sunshine. Well, at least on the surface.

Sylvia quietly watched the two men talking to each other, and Jane standing at a distance, waiting on the duo.

For some reason, from her perspective, it almost looked as if Nicolas was having more fun with the conversation than Mikel.

The damned devil had a clear frown on his face.

Sylvia couldn't help but wonder if there was any discord between the two.

However, that was highly unlikely because Nicolas was the King's second wife's fifth son.

This meant that he was only fifth in line to the throne and hence behaved quite freely with Mikel.

There was no need for him to view Mikel as any sort of threat.

Thanks to Jane's elaborate fan-girling, Sylvia got to know about all these small details.

She sighed and silently watched the group from a distance, when suddenly Mikel turned towards her and once again directly looked at her, his eyes seeing through her very soul.

Sylvia immediately froze. She could never get used to this devil's invasive eyes.

She gulped nervously and took a step back, but stopped herself, after realizing that she had done nothing wrong this time around.

She was a maid in the castle and she was supposed to be waiting on the guests.

So Sylvia stubbornly glared back at the man and did not lower her gaze.

Mikel chuckled, amused at the expressions on the girl's face.

To others, this laugh might have seemed charming and lovely, but it only sent shivers down Sylvia's spine.

She gulped nervously and watched the man as he signaled her to walk towards him.

Huh? He is calling me over?

She hesitated, but the man continued staring at her and snapped his fingers again.

Sylvia could no longer ignore his command and started slowly walking towards the group.

She tucked the unruly strands of her hair behind her ears and nervously approached them.

"Your highness." "Your highness." Sylvia bowed twice, politely greeting the two royal princes.

She had some training on formal etiquette but definitely not at this level. So she could only hope that her manners were decent enough.

But luckily or rather unluckily for her, such worries were for naught.

Because the moment Sylvia walked over, Nicolas, all but wolf-whistled at her!

"Wow! Just wow!" Nicolas loudly exclaimed and he even stood up from his chair.

"Greetings, Miss Sylvia."

He immediately leaned forward and took Sylvia's hand casually, raising it and placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

After that, the man didn't immediately let of her hand either.

He paused a moment, his eyes gazing at the stunningly beautiful specimen in front of him, his lips still lingering on the back of her hand.

Ah~ Sylvia awkwardly stood still, not knowing how to respond to this situation.

Nicolas was definitely charming and his undivided attention was making her blush slightly.

Even her face was heating up as the man's lips brushed against her hand.

Jane, standing on the side, was also smiling, barely containing her excitement.

While these three were immersed in their own world, nobody noticed that a certain someone had a cold and frosty expression on his face.

Mikel cleared his throat loudly and only then did Nicolas finally let go of Sylvia's hand.