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Place of comfort

Grissom pulled a book out off one of the shelves. He went to one of the couches and started to read. Suddenly, the door opened, and he heard footsteps...Strange. He thought. No one ever goes in here...they only go here when they are looking for me...

"If you're not here to read...then please get out of the library. Otherwise-" Grissom lifted his head to see Sara, who had a surprised look on her face.

"Am I not welcome, your grace?" asked Sara

"Oh...you're welcome...very welcome. I just thought that you were one of my dear friends looking for me...Since...I'm the only one who uses the library...except for Isabelle..." said Grissom

"Oh. I see... so you go here to relax...and you go here whenever you want to clear your mind. Am I correct?" asked Sara

"...Very correct. How did you know?" asked Grissom

"Well, I also go to the library whenever I have problems... It helps me clear my head. I could think of the library as my place of comfort." Said Sara

"Oh. The library is my place of comfort too."

"I'm assuming it is because the library reminds you a lot about Isabelle." Said Sara

"I think so...yes. I go here to read...and to reminisce the times whenever Isabelle and I would read to each other. I miss her."

"I know you do since...you still have faith."

"I do."

"Well then, I admire you for your faith. Not many men have that loyalty."

Grissom looked...sad. Quietly he said;

"Sara, would you read to me? Whenever I was lonely, Isabelle would read to me and..."

"Yes your highness." Said Sara

Sara read fifteen pages to Prince Gil before she realized that he was asleep. She smiled. He looks so peaceful... Sara thought. She looked at her watch. Damn...I have to go...only 5 minutes before dinner... Sara got a piece of paper and wrote a note. She left it beside the prince so that he would see it when he gets up.

Time for dinner...

...And with that, Sara left.

Grissom's POV

I woke up from my slumber...I wondered where Sara was. I was beginning to like her...intimately, I guess. She didn't bother me like the previous personal maids I had and she was kind. She reminded me a lot about Isabelle and she seemed...I don't really know.

I looked to my side and saw a piece of paper. I read it and smiled. Even her handwriting seems cute...Strange...her handwriting...I think I recognize it...Wait. Did I just think that her handwriting seems cute? Am I in love? I shook my head. I hope not. I'm loyal to Isabelle...unlike my family. And in the slight chance that I'm going to be in love with Sara...I'm pretty sure my family will not approve.

Prince Gil,

Sorry I had to leave...I had to go because dinner was supposed to be served. I didn't wake you up because I thought that you needed the sleep. I returned the book back to the shelf...I don't think that books should remain on tables when not in use...so I returned it. If you need me, call me...I'll be in the kitchens.

Your maid,

Sara Sidle

P.S: I'm so excited to work for you tomorrow. I like this job...I guess =)

I looked at my watch...I still have plenty of time. I pocketed the note and left intending to go to my room and write in my journal.

This day was a nice day. My friends finally had time to visit me again...and I'm glad.

My friends are to stay in our castle overnight. Tomorrow, they'll have to go back to their respective kingdoms.

...But even though they visited me, I feel as if that wasn't the highlight of my day. I think that the highlight of my day was meeting Sara.

Remember Isabelle? Sara has an uncanny...resemblance...I think. Actually, I don't know if the resemblance is real or not. The resemblance is just probably a figment of my imagination in hopes that Isabelle would return. But I can't help it.

Sara...smiles. A lot. The weird thing is, whenever she smiles, it...lights up the room. It...makes my day. She can make me laugh like no other, and she can make me stutter. Her smile...resembles something...or rather, someone. I just don't remember who.

She is rather caring...loving...kind...beautiful...

I can't help it. Sara reminds me of Isabelle. A lot. Sara beat me in horse racing a while ago. The only person who could beat me was Isabelle. Sara could make me smile...make me stutter...and others.

A while ago, Sara and I were at the library. I discovered that she goes to the library to clear her head. We...have almost the same reasons for going to the library. I asked her to read to me just like Isabelle did...and she did. Sara read a book for me. Well...not really a book, more like pages of a book...

I have to say, when Sara read the book...she kind of sounds like Isabelle. Am I weird for thinking that they have an uncanny resemblance?

My mother and father were...rather annoying today. They were forcing me to go and find a wife. When I told them that I didn't want to go to the ball...Dad went on talking about them wanting to see a grandchild. Mom even went as far as threatening me that if I didn't choose a wife, she would make me marry Princess Heather or Princess Sofia.

Princess Heather and Princess Sofia are...good, kind, beautiful, graceful, and poised princesses. But...I just wasn't interested in them like I was in Sara. Sure...they were princesses...but I don't know...sometimes the things which are forbidden are the things I'm appealed to the most.

Hank asked Sara to dinner...a while ago. When we were in the stables. Was it wrong for me to be jealous? The problem now is...I don't think Hank is meant for Sara. I mean, Sara obviously deserves better.

Now, as I'm writing this, I'm looking at Hank. My Dog Hank...although I'm pretty sure both Hanks in this castle are dogs. As I look at my dog...I no longer see a dog. I see Hank...with Sara...Hank kissing Sara...

Why did I approve Isabelle's request to name the dog Hank? Now...I'm not even sure I could look at the dog.

Is it wrong for me to become obsessed with writing about Sara in my own journal? Is it love...or is it just lust? I hope not...

Am I in love with her?

I quickly closed my journal and prepared to sleep.

A.N: I love your reviews! Review and comment please...Okay, we can make a deal...If you don't review on a chapter...I'll pause the story then continue "An agent in Disguise". Deal? Nah...that wouldn't be fair...or would it? Hmmm... ^_^