Kings Servant 소설 & 이야기

I am his breeder. “I cannot be your maid, princess. I am…” I paused when I felt a pinch on my skin. I looked at Selene through the corner of my eyes and immediately understood. It was as if she knew what I was going to say because I was really going to tell Nyxora that I am the king’s woman and she cannot order me to be her servant. “I am the king new servant. I serve the king.” I said politely, flashing her a smile that was neither warm nor cold. A neutral smile.

“Now you’re a servant. Wearing a Valentino gown is ridiculous. Take it off." “I’m still going to be queen asshole. And I’m a servant to the King only." I waved my right hand to flash my diamond ring in her face. "Never forget that. I’m still your queen." "Bbrrrrh,” she spluttered in shock. A smirk formed on my lips as I smugly left the room. I had barely walked a few steps when I stopped in shock. “What are you doing?” I asked one of my guards. “King’s orders,” I could see his hiding an amused smile.

She said quickly running out the room. Damien sighed, sitting down on his bed and running his fingers through his brunette hair. A soft knock on his door caught his attention. "Come in." He said. The door slowly opened and a servant came in but got pushed out off the way when the king stormed in, with a angry face. "GET OUT!" He shouted at the servant. The servant cringed in fear before running out. The King closed the door behind him before glaring at his son. "Who gave you the right to tell those filthy slaves to stop working, huh!?" He shouted.

I watched her arm rear back again so she could get more force, but before she could, the Alpha King interrupted. “What are you doing?” His voice held mild interest, but his face was blank, and I found myself dying to know what he was thinking. “Putting this bitch in her place.” Kingsley seethed, but her hand didn’t continue forward. “Do you treat all your servants like this?” The Alpha King’s voice was calm, but there was something underlying in his tone that I didn’t know what to do with. His face was still passive, but there was a part of me that thought he might care. He wouldn’t be asking the question if he didn’t, right?

Once Felix understood the situation clearly in future, he would be grateful. “You,” The king said to the servant whose eyes were sturbbonly pinned to the ground. “Yes, your majesty.” He bowed, refusing to look the king in the eyes. “Why do you look so stiff?” The king scoffed and kicked the servant so he stumbled back. “Are you like this because of what my son said to me?” The king wondered. The servant dared not say a word. The king kicked the servant's feet once more and said, “You better take this secret with you to your grave.”

the Queen asked when she noticed the King looking and seemed to be dusting his clothes of something. The King’s head servant was about to approach him to assist the King, but King Borasco glared at him. The King silently shooed the servant away as if he resented the slave for getting closer. The servants had always been in constant fear of their master, so they had never noticed the honest intentions and genuine emotions behind king Borasco’s actions around the Queen. All the servants were non-lycan and with no special abilities despite their supernatural identities, so they were not equipped with the ability to read thoughts and know what was inside their masters’ minds or understand their

said king Charles . " As you ordered your majesty ! " said the butler . " Liam , follow me ! " said the king . Liam bowed and went with the king while the servants looked at the situation confused . " Butler , what is going on ?! " asked one of the servants . " We are just servants . It's not good to be a gossip person . " said the butler with a creepy smile and used his power to erase all of the servants' and guards' memories of the current situation .

He didn't know what those foods were called, but they were delicious. "W-what's that c-called t-that f-food?" It was a stammering question. The servants want to smirk because it only makes them look more stupid in front of them. It is no different from being a slave. It's just blessed with a better face than others. "That's bread, Miss Erenea." The servant replied that even if they wanted to laugh at it, they didn't. They are more afraid of what could happen when the king finds out. "B-bread..." Erenea repeated. "D-delicious."

He didn't know what those foods were called, but they were delicious. "W-what's that c-called t-that f-food?" It was a stammering question. The servants want to smirk because it only makes them look more stupid in front of them. It is no different from being a slave. It's just blessed with a better face than others. "That's bread, Miss Erenea." The servant replied that even if they wanted to laugh at it, they didn't. They are more afraid of what could happen when the king finds out. "B-bread..." Erenea repeated. "D-delicious."

Find her. The king let out a sharp breath. Sank into his chair. His life tied him to treaties and fights. Duty above all. And yet tonight he couldn't stop thinking of that nameless servant. Silent lips. Eyes that stuck in his head. Who was she? Why did his wolf call her his own?