Third Person POV
When she entered the kitchen, she immediately felt everybody’s eyes on her. She stiffened trying not to feel too self-conscious but it was nearly impossible not to be. Rosalie attempted a smile and the servant women eyed her, some of them with contempt, others with mere curiosity. This was the human girl that had been turned into Prince Lucian’s private servant and all of them were privately glad that it wasn’t them. None of them wanted to be on the receiving end of his temper anymore. They were thoroughly fed up with being treated so badly by the Beastly Vampire Prince.
Rosalie coughed, feeling nervous. She was quiet and nervous as she asked the group of women “Do you know if there’s anything in particular that Prince Lucian would like for breakfast?”
Silence. None
