Authors Note: First and foremost, I do not own Harvest Moon or any of it's characters. Okay! Hi everyone! Here's another chapter for you all. Sorry it's mostly dialogue. : Anyway, I still really hope you'll all enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. This isn't a generic story here in the HM section, and I'm sorry there is no farm! Lol. Please R&R!

Everyday starts with a good hard look at the sky. Whether you're admiring it, or wishing for the rain to go away.

Everyday, the sky lifts a new meaning to life. The sky creates for you memories. Is it too cold and you have to stay inside? Or will you brave the snow? Destiny can always be changed. In your life holds many options.

But don't let the weather disallow you from finding your soulmate. It's tradition... Tradition.

Angela sat there with her head in her hands for a very long while. Her eyes were closed and she rocked back in forth, deep in thought. It must have been late afternoon when the Prince came in the first time and woke her up, by now, however, it was dark outside and there weren't any light rays shining through the large windows any longer. It was completely black, and there was no moon in sight. 'Was he expecting me to come out of his room, and into another for the night?' She asked herself. She debated on whether or not to leave, since she really didn't want to see his face. People like that bugged Angela, and while she promised herself she would never hate someone, she was beginning to believe promises were meant to be broken. She didn't want to show him that she was fearful however, and she mustered up enough courage to lift the blanket off of her body and take a step onto the cold wooden floor, deciding that she didn't want to hide in the shadows, and show her ferocity. The room was becoming static anyway. Angela lifted her chin high and walked towards the door stopping only to switch on the lamp at the bedside.

It was as if fate was toying with her. At that very moment, the door opened suddenly from the other side, slamming straight into her face. She fell hard onto the floor in a loud thump. "OW!" She screamed loudly enough for the whole town to hear her, she was obviously in pain as she cradled her now bleeding nose. "I think you broke it!" She screamed in the perpetrators direction. Gill. Chase rushed to her side, but didn't say a word, he only looked to Gill.

"Hey! Poor-girl!" Gill yelled. "Watch where you're standing next time." He said. Chase pulled a tissue out of his pocket and held it to the girls face. At first she tried to pull away, but he firmly stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. She then relaxed, and allowed him to care for her wound. Although once he felt her relax, he lifted up her arm, and placed her hand on his tissue, allowing her to do it herself.

"Are you okay?" Chase asked, there was no hint of concern in his voice. He an Toby seemed the same, polite, but no real depth was shown with them.

"Ah! Do I look okay?" She asked sarcastically. Chase smiled at her ability to overlook status. "Hey you, Blondie!" She yelled angrily. "I'm sure even a Prince like yourself knows how to knock!"

"Knock?" He asked curiously. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What." She said, not even questioningly.

"This is my room, I don't have to knock."

"Yah! What if I was indecent, huh?" Even though she seemed confident, she mentally cursed at herself for forgetting such a detail. She was in his house.

"Apologize." He said.

"What...?" She asked, and Chase let out a small chuckle.

"I said apologize, you do that, and I'll forget this happened."

"Ah... Okay." She almost whispered. "Hey, kidnapper... I'm sorry, alright?" She said with a tilt of her head, and a small smile, just to appease him.

He sighed and began walking around the room, inspecting the detail and craftsmanship put into everything that was in there. "Sorry is just a word." He began. "It holds no meaning unless attached to an action. You are not forgiven until you show just how sorry you are."

Chase stood up, and held his hand out to hers to help her up as well. Unlike his friend, he was polite, and didn't just disrespect someone, just to disrespect them. Although, Angela seemed not unknown to disrespecting, herself. "You know..." She said softly and sincerely. "I don't understand you. You take me away from my family and my job and my life, just to show me what..? You expect and expect us 'poor' people to 'obey' you, and to 'respect' you. You think you are going to gain the hearts of this country acting like a spoiled brat that's better than the majority of us?" She kept her voice steady, and looked him straight into the eyes. The was no trace of emotion. She thought back to the maid outfit. "I'm complying only out of the respects for my family. They need me. For you however, I don't have one ounce of respect for you." Angela finished and turned around, heading back toward the bed. Although her voice was muffled a bit because of the tissue on her nose, she hoped she got her point across.

Gill stood there flabbergasted at the spunk of this girl. He knew from that point on, that she would be a struggle. Much more than Toby was. But, even after all that, he smiled. "Consider the feeling mutual." He stated, looking into her brown eyes. 'For a commoner,' He thought, 'she sure is average. Way to play up her status.' He found himself gazing over her painfully sad figure. Of course he was used to beautiful women, models that threw themselves onto him. He and Chase were known as modern day Casanovas. But because of that, they were never good in keeping steady relationships with them. "Chase." He stated, breaking his gaze on the woman. "Stay here for the night. Make sure she stays put, and show her where to be in the early morning. She isn't going to be a regular maid, so report her directly to me."

Chase only sighed. "Alright, Gill." He said, shaking his head, and smiling him off as the Prince of Castanet walked through the doors, closing them behind him. Angela, however was not smiling, she was actually furious.

"Angela." He said to her, as she continued to head over to the bed, finally reaching it. "I see you haven't taken my advice. I'm beginning to think that as a good thing." He said while walking towards a rather large Lay-Z-Boy sofa where he would make his bed for the night. "He'll warm up eventually." He hoped his words were true. He saw this girl as someone special, someone he needed to protect. While she was fierce and stubborn, she also had an innocence he didn't want to see corrupted. This wasn't the usual woman. Any other would be throwing herself at him.

"Angela." He said again.

"Yes...?" She answered him this time, before she was to preoccupied with comfying herself up inside the rather large bed.

"Thank you." He said.

"What..?" She cocked her head. "Thank you for... What?" She didn't do anything special. She didn't even know this 'Chase' well enough for him to be thanking her.

"Don't misunderstand me. My thanks doesn't mean the status between us has changed. I just want to thank you for not being just another person. Thank you for being unique to Angela." He said, throwing a soft blanket over himself.

She didn't know what to say to that, to be honest. She didn't want to say anything to that. "Chase... Why do you put up with him?"

He was a little taken aback by her question. This was something he asked himself everyday, and the answer was clear. Gill was his best friend, however he didn't think this was the answer the girl wanted. "Why don't you get some sleep." He said quietly, it wasn't a question.

"Yah, but I'm not tired."

"You have to get up early. Don't you know what time it is?" She shook her head. "Almost one in the morning." Her eyes became wide with the time.

"Really?" She pouted. But almost as if on cue, a small yawn escaped her pink lips, and she laid her head onto the pillow, falling almost immediately to sleep. Even though she had been sleeping all day, the events of today had put a lot of stress on her mental capacity. She needed sleep if she was going to function well as a maid.

This gave Chase some time to himself. While he tried to sleep, that question stood at the fore-front of his mind. It wasn't something he liked to think about it, but he felt it constantly tugging at his attention. Maybe this was why we was so cold to others.

Angela let out a loud snore, and Chase smiled at how easily she took his mind off of how much the world bothered him. 'It must be her innocence.' He thought sleepily and shut his eyes before drifting off into dreamland.

How is it? Stay tuned for the next chapter where there is more ChasexAngela, TobyxAngela, and GillxAngela action! :D Sorry there is no Toby in this chapter, but he will be in the next one helping show her the ropes of being a personal maid! Oh, and if you're wondering about the texts at the top of the chapters, I'm giving you insight to the future. In order to understand the story, you must understand the past, and understand the culture.