Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"It will not be difficult to find one after all a lot of people want to talk to me and ask questions. You can easily find a suitable reporter."

She went to school two hours before her scheduled class. She went along with her assistant and her guards to Mrs. Smith's office.

She entered alone the woman's secretary invited them into her office. Mrs. Smith was dressed in a simple but elegant blazer and skirt that held more fashion sense in it than someone will notice at first glance.

The woman removed her reading glasses and stood up from the seat she sat down on behind a black table. She bowed her head slightly and smiled.

"Please do make yourself comfortable," the woman told her in a very welcoming tone.

She returned her smile and say down on the leather chair in front of the desk. "I . . ." she began to apologize to the woman for her disrespectful act of storming out of the class.

A lot of students found it disrespectful since their schools has always been known as a school that portrayed royalty and elegance.

She read it on the group chat and she was disturbed by it but she felt the need to apologize after all what she did was wrong.

"You are very talented," the woman interrupted her before sitting down on the chair she stood up from behind the desk.

"Thank you," she appreciated with as much humility as won't be excessive or pretentious.

"You are the only student that made me remain here. I have longed for retirement for while now so I could own a fashion brand and invest my time and energy into it but I heard you were coming here and I knew that you might be the reason I will feel proud of my years as lecturer here in this university."

"I don't think so Mrs. Smith. I have heard of some important fashion superstars that were your students. I dare not put myself in the same category with them," she replied.

Mrs. Smith smiled fondly and leaned her back on the back rest of the chair. "Do you want coffee?"

"No, thank you. I came here to . . ."

"Do you want to become my apprentice and not just a student in this department?"

"Thank you for such an unmerited offer but I am not interested. We are not interested in designing the same type of clothes."

"That is right, I am old fashioned but I am still one of the most important fashion designers in the world. I am the Queen's designer and learning as my apprentice will definitely not be to your disadvantages."

She smiled respectfully and shook her head. "Thank you for the offer. I can not reject my foster mother's offer and accept the offer of a stranger. That is not loyalty," she informed the woman trying to be as nice she could.

Then, this woman was a part of her plan but she has been sent back to the palace and she closer to finding the truth about her mother than ever before.

She stood up and gave the woman a very slight bow of her head that was almost equal to a nod. "I am sorry about what I did. I should never have left your class the way I did."

Being able to accomplish her mission, she turned to leave the woman's office after giving her a smile.

She did not care if the woman was willing to listen to her apology or accepting.

When she was done apologizing, all she wanted to do was leave the place as fast as she could.

"You are royalty you must not bow to anyone for any reason. I don't deserve your apology either.

"The fact that you lived away from the palace most of your life, does not mean you should bow to anyone.

"You should mold your heart into one that is strong enough to protect us. You think becoming queen is all about wearing the heavy crown upon your head and sitting on that throne with the words 'queen' written before your name but you are wrong because it is much more than that.

"You are holding the lives of thousands even millions of people in your palm which means a slight unnecessary or unplanned movement could cost you the lives of your innocent citizens."

She felt a strong urge to scoff at what the woman just said. As much as it sounded like a good motivation, it also sounded like the woman really wanted to get involved in her business and life.

That was a complete red light. "I am fine, Mrs. Smith. You have no right to speak to me in the way you just did."

"Your mother made that mistake and it cost her life I wonder what this will take from you if you make the same mistake she made."

She was losing her self control as she met the woman's gaze. No one had the right to talk to her about her mother's reign especially a northerners.

"You should not say those words to me," she warned calmly but made sure it sounded as much of threat as it could.

"As a citizen of this great country and kingdom, I have every right to do so.

"You might be wondering why I am speaking this way to you especially when I am a northerners but what you don't know or have forgotten is that I am the Queen's designer and I have been in around the palace long enough to know a lot of things.

"You should watch your back well. That man you're with, he is the most the dangerous man in this kingdom and it will be a miracle not to get killed by him sooner than later," the woman warned her.

Rose exhaled with a warning glare before walking out of the office.

"Your highness, how did it go?" her assistant asked as soon as she stepped out with a gentle smile.