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Then, because I wanted to see his reaction, I added, "They're supposed to be perfect." The look Cage gave me was immediate. "No, sweetheart. That's how servants are treated." He took another sip from his bottle. "Actually, that's how servants who committed serious crimes are treated." I blinked hard while watching his face. Something about the way he said it struck me. He hadn't lumped all servants together. In his mind, regular servants deserved respect too. For the first time, I found myself wondering if there was far more to Cage than the cocky brat persona he liked to show the world.

It was hard to keep going when you thought there wasn’t anything for you. “I said I’d answer for what I need to. Just please let me make the cure first.” There was a knock on the door and it opened. A servant was there, a middle aged man who smiled and was rather chipper all the time. He liked the rest in this place were happy to serve their kind as he was lower in rank. They were treated very well, wanted for not. They might be servants but they weren’t slaves and they were loyal. Aries made sure his people were all on the same page.

“but Serafino, They were looked like much stronger than we thought what if they could kill us all in one move like they did to our two allies” One of the servants said. “I thought that you were all fighters. Are you a Coward? Did you know that they were only a child and all of you here were almost the same? How many centuries older than them!” I saw how the servants swallow hard. All of them here have only a small brain. They were only thinking About was fighting nothing else, so I could simply order them. For the reason that they were, I needed a leader like me. “in the account of three, I want you to move faster”

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

"She's still serving tea to a room that's been empty since this morning." His brow drew tight, sharp and immediate. "Explain." "She's following an old schedule, One that hasn't updated since before the attack." Sera held his gaze, feeling the weight of what she was about to say settle heavier with every word. "Which means someone changed the staff assignments recently enough that some of the servants never got the new version." Arsen went utterly still. "Show me," he said, and something in the low urgency of it told her he already believed her before he'd seen a single page.

Maybe something kind. He smirked, the kind that comes with trouble. "That’s my servant," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Laughter exploded around the tent. My ears rang, not at the sound of laughter but at kael's words. Servant? The word hit me like a punch in my gut. He didn't even call me a friend, not even classmates or schoolmates. Not even acquaintances. He called me his servant. What the fuck was his drunk ass thinking?

"You'll report to the senior household staff each morning. Your room is in the eastern servants' quarters. Meals are taken with the other servants." Thomas bowed his head. "Understood." And just like that, his new life began. There was no ceremony. No announcement. No one knew that the young man standing in the steward's office carried the blood of a house that had once held a place among Aragon's great families. To Evercrest, he was simply Thomas Mercer. A new servant. And Thomas preferred it that way. * His first weeks passed quickly. He learned the castle's routines. He learned which corridors were busiest in the morning, which staircases servants were expected to use, and which rooms req

"Hi. I'm checking in. The reservation is under Victor Palmerston." The receptionist checked the computer and looked up. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Palmerston booked three rooms. One was canceled this afternoon, and the remaining two have already been checked in." I froze. "Canceled? Who's staying in the other two rooms?" The receptionist smiled politely. "One is Mr. Palmerston's room. The other belongs to Ms. Lowell. Mr. Palmerston also upgraded Ms. Lowell's room to an executive suite, saying it would be more comfortable for her to rest."

A grand staircase, fit for royalty, led to the upper floors, inviting exploration. Amidst the grandeur of the Hamildell Mansion, a flurry of activity could be observed. Servants, dressed in crisp white and black uniforms, moved with precision and grace, attending to their various tasks. The air was tense, as if an unspoken tension lingered between them. Each servant had their designated role, from the maids who meticulously cleaned every corner of the house to the butlers who ensured the smooth running of the household. Despite the tension, the servants worked diligently, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpets that adorned the hallways. They moved with an air of professionalism, their

After all, tomorrow was the crowning ceremony, she has so many things to attend to. Servants who passed let out an awkward cough confusing everyone. "Her highness may take a bit of time. Earlier I found her highness on the way already," a servant said. "You are saying that from the past quarter," Serene said. "If you see her highness's condition, you wouldn't invite her here, My Lady," A servant said hiding her smile. Serene and everyone were confused now. Maximus coughed loudly earning the attention of the servants. They were dismissed quickly after serving the food.