Kings Servant Novels & Stories

Sire, there was another attack, closer to the kingdom this time,'' a servant told his king, while the other waited by the door for instructions on tending to October. Alistair hissed out at the man, who spoke. “Take some food up to the girl," he said to the on eat the door. The servant nodded, then hurried to do the task. “Now you. I told you before, I don't care about what happens to anyone. As long as those that are here in this kingdom are fine, then I am ok." Alistair grabbed him by the throat. The man nodded, then barely got an apology out so Alistair could let him go.

Whether they got back to their time or not, the first priority was ensuring that they got rid of the curse. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes.” “Can you tell who has it?” She took a minute, her gaze skimming over the handful of servants. At last she pointed at a slender male wearing King Edward’s dark green uniform. “There. The demon.” Kain studied the male. He was average height with brown hair smoothed into a tail at his nape. His features were pale, and carved into stern lines. Kain didn’t recognize him. Which meant he wasn’t a servant of King Edward’s when Kain had been in the lair.

As he was forced to his knees, baring his neck to me, I have him my own mark. As the pack link sprang into place, and realized everyone I had come into contact with was still in a state of submission. Retracting my command over them, I sent out a link for everyone to avoid the entire floor of the Kings chambers, and only to deliver meals. I felt the shock, confusion, and anger, but no defiance, as I struggled to pull away from Eli.

King picked his head up and saw that she stood before Amaris while she chose. "This is Lana. She will be your personal ladies maid and servant from now on." Amaris looked from the King to the girl standing in front of her. The girl looked terrified. Amaris hesitated. She had never had a maid or any servant before, she was sure that she did not want one now. The King saw her hesitation. "Not a problem my dear we will get you a new girl if this one is not satisfactory. I will have Wendel here get a large group of them together so you can choose. Guard take her away." His words and actions were so quick, Amaris almost did not have time to react. "NO! No wait. She is just fine."

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

"You will be punished for your crime. But I will not take your life in exchange for the life of another servant of mine. Even a trusted servant is still a mere servant in the end." Upon hearing Ragnar's statement, some of the guards felt a sense of fear and unease. The realization hit them that they were just mere servants to the king, and their lives were dispensable. They began to question their loyalty to the king, wondering if they were just disposable tools to be used and discarded at will.

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

Ella‍ POV ‍ The sudden materialization of Agbekor’s‍ servant left E‌lla mo‍men‍t⁠arily breathless. T‍h⁠e figure e⁠merged fr‌om the shad‍ows, almost b‌le⁠ndi‍n⁠g with t‌he s‍urround‍ing da⁠rkness, yet⁠ r‍adia‌ti⁠ng a presence that was imp‍ossible to‌ ignore. Kingst‍on’s jaw tightened as he took i‌n t⁠he serv‍ant’s form, co‌mm⁠andin‍g a‌nd unyielding, the kind of authority th‌at ma‌de even the bravest falter. Without h⁠esitation, he ba⁠rked o⁠rde‍rs t‌o a few of his most‌ trusted guards. “Y⁠ou, K‌ael, and the others, follow closely. Keep your senses sh‌arp. The rest and s‌ta‌y h‌ere, guard th‍e peri� �meter, and wait for our return. No mista‌k‌es.” H‌is voice carried the weight of command, but

“Or a slave. If you don’t want me to use those terms, I get it but you don’t have to deny what you are.” “But I’m not a slave or servant. He insisted. “I’m just a worker here. There are no slaves or servants in this kingdom.” “Okay… whatever helps you sleep at night,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to argue with him. It was obvious he was a servant. His clothes gave it away. Khaki shorts and a matching shirt? Who still dressed like that unless they were working under someone’s authority? That's basically even how slaves dress. My stomach growled loudly as I stood up and stretched my legs. I laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off.

Just then, a manservant walked into the dining area, shaking with a phone in hand. "A-Alpha," the man said, eyes on the floor, "The king demands to speak with you." I stopped eating for a moment and watched a dark tint grow on Dexter's face. "I'm a bit busy, don't you think?" he said without looking at the manservant. "But the-" Dexter turned sharply to the manservant, whose knees suddenly shook with fear as soon as he met his furious eyes. "Y-Yes! I'll notify the king at once!"