Obedient Servant / Hamilton Lyrics Novels & Stories

No one spoke a word to me, and his royal arrogant-ness was nowhere to be seen, instead, it was just me, the driver and the blonde-haired servant. “Where are we going?” An obvious question, but relevant I thought. “Not your business,” my new nemesis answered. “Of course not,” I muttered under my breath, although with their enhanced hearing I was pretty sure the two men heard me loud and clear. “Why am I here?” “Not your business.” I hated him with a burning passion. “When can I go home? Wait,” I held up a hand, “don’t tell me, it’s not my business.”

If not handled properly, his servant might be put on a difficult situation. “Venedict, show your respect to my father” Venedict who was still confused and troubled hesitated for a moment before following his master's command. He kneeled on the ground and greeted his the king with respect. He doesn't have a choice, he's nothing but a slave now. On the other hand, the vampire who spoke before grinned. It was as he expected, Prince Scrivener was sharp. But that didn't matter to him, his goal was already achieved.

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—"

I called out her name, and it worked for Kelsey; she calmed down a bit and stared at me. Although my heart is very painful, even though there are many things in my heart that I want to say, I don't understand why the next sentence I utter continues to hurt her. "You are my slave; your only duty is to obey my orders, not Luna. I order you to return and serve me!"

Music shifted to lighthearted, strings less melancholy, floor wax glittering under whirling skirts. Servants darted up and down the hall like slick ghosts, trays balanced on the tip of their fingers, and the voices sang, commanding. Leya sat. She had been told to wait on no one, to be happy with being Harrison's wife—an ornament, not a servant. But to see the servants scurrying around, arms trembling under the silver trays, something was roused in her. They were sweating, their walk stiff.

The third servant began to despair because he couldn't find a good excuse. Instead, she heard the queen say softly, "Raise your head!" The third servant immediately shivered with fear, "Your Majesty, please forgive me." Monica said even louder, "Raise your head up. Isn't it rude of you to look down like that when talking to me?"

“You are a very smart man and young at that. Remain loyal to me and I promise you that you would have a very bright future.” “My loyalty remains yours, my Elder,” the guard said and bowed his head down to Elder Obada. “As long as you remain a servant of the king, Xavier Damon and as long as you continue to fulfil his every wish in the pack, then I see no reason why I should not be loyal to you as much as I am to him.”

the serviteurs rebutted. "They're coming, Makamisa, tell the horse to act normal until it arrives here." The serviteur then looked at the armed men behind them, "The rest of you to your positions", he ordered. "I will help you with the cause of the Divine, but should we ever lose to them I will betray you", Eleya spoke under her breath. The serviteur chuckled at Eleya's statement, "Then you will help us deliver the trigger angel." he answered. Eleya turned the other way, uninterested.

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?

"Why? So I can serve you? So I can learn my place? Learn my place as your little slave? And for dinner Sir, how many others would be joining us, Sir?" Allowing my old attitude to come to the surface actually feels good and makes me feel just a little like my old self again as he says, 'Yasmine, where is this coming from?" I smile as I bow, "I am your servant, am I not?... No, I am nothing, I am less than nothing around here." He growls and before I can do anything; he wraps one hand behind my neck, the other around my waist, and pushes me up against the wall behind me. I take a sharp breath in and whisper as strongly as I can.