Novel & Cerita Royal Servant

I called as I arrived home, “take a rest. You are dismissed for now.” “I was supposed to work for—” “I know.” My eyes darkened as I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. “But not now.” “Your Majesty, can I have a moment to talk?” Valerian’s expression tightened the moment he saw us, urgency evident in every line of his posture. “Violet, this is Rosa, your personal servant. She will help you with your daily necessities. Please follow her to your assigned room.” “Then I will take my leave.” She bowed slightly before following the servant without hesitation.

, the attendant said. “aren’t you going to run for yur life, i have lost everything i can possibly have but i will not allow a loyal servant to die on my behalf”, the king said. “my lord, i’ve sworn to protect you, come what may, it is my royal duty”, the royal attendant said. “i don’t want to see you waste your life in vain”, the king said. “my lord, where you go i go, if you live i live, if you die, i die, this is my duty as your servant”, the royal attendant said.

"No…" She turned to another ledger. A new name appeared. The name of the steward who had recommended him for service at Evercrest. A minor official with no remarkable history, yet his appointment had been endorsed by an administrator overseeing one of House Ravaryn's estates. Reaching for another report, she compared signatures, dates and appointments. The pattern grew harder to ignore. The servant had not wandered into royal service by chance. Someone had opened the gate for him. Then she leaned back slowly, her thoughts racing.

I muttered, hoping the waiter would hear it and answer the question. Sure enough, just as I closed my mouth, she explained who Thane was. "Mr. Thane is the leader of Royal. Of course, Mr. Thane can get all this easily. Moreover, you are now in a place that already belongs to you by Mr. Thane's order." I was surprised when the servant mentioned the name Royal. That name was so scary. I had heard it before. Thane was their leader.

, Stella said and Lucia nodded to that. Stella sighned, “I have got a job offer.” “On what basis are they employing school students? Could they be frauds?”, Lucia asked. “Royal mark do not lie”, Stella pulled up her sleeves. She had the royal mark on her right arm which is of dark red color. This mark is given to those royal to Kenneth’s family. “It looks cool”, Leah said. “They are only appointing people with this mark. The mark of the royal servant.” These were all making Lucia curious. What is happening and why?

Amelia moved closer to the maid and eyed her. “Where’s Helen?” Helen was the maidservant that had been assigned to take care of Amelia’s basic needs like getting her dressed and setting up her meal table, among others. "Her Majesty, the Queen summoned her.” The princess nodded. After helping her get dressed in a white royal robe trimmed with gold, a dress that had been picked earlier from her unique royal attires, the maid also pulled her hair back in a braid and then fixed her hair ornament. “Thank you.” Amelia said as she stood up from the seat she sat on. Leaving the dressing table behind, she headed for her bed.

“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.

He turned around, "What did you say?" "It was your Imperial Father who wanted you back, but as for the reason, this small servant doesn't know." The man suddenly knelt on one knee, "Your Highness Evan, this small servant just got to know the passing of the Emperor, Your Highness' is my last mission. If this small servant can't take you back, this small servant can only kill himself." The rule of the royals, without their master, the servants serving them cannot roam freely in this world, the moment their master dies, they need to kill themselves unless they are entrusted to another master-servant contract. Evan turned around, his lips curved into an indifferent smile, "Then kill yourself."

The quarters are a hive of activity even at night and once they sense my advance, they bow. They do not know whether I am king or not. However, they know that I am not a mere guard. “Um—” “Where is the woman who was brought some days ago?” I ask. “Woman—the consort?” The servant asks. “Yes.” I state. A woman rushes towards me, and she bows. “Your majesty.” She announces and every servant in the space falls to the floor, knowing that I am king. “You are?” I ask. “I am Damsey, your majesty. I am the head of the oil and pipes.” She put forth, bowing.

Theo said to me as the servants began to dish out our meals. I cleared my throat, getting everyone's attention. I let out, “Let it be known that Haylee is no longer a slave, and neither is she a servant. She is now a royal help who takes orders directly from me or any member of my family. A royal help is a position higher than that of a servant, so act accordingly.” “Yes, Alpha King.” The servants around me answered, doing a terrible job at hiding their shocks from their scent.