Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

~Willow’s Point of View~ “I swear,” I said, pledging myself to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. To protect and serve the Ten Kingdoms against all enemies. To serve at the pleasure of my Kings, and to be their partner in love, life and the pursuit of happiness for all our subjects. And some other stuff I’m sure I blurred out.

And for a few fragile hours, it almost succeeded. Gregory Forstfang stood upon the raised dais as the final rites were spoken, his posture flawless, his expression carved into something unreadable and cold. He wore the crown as though it had always belonged to him—dark metal etched with runes old as the Fenraen themselves—and the formal mantle of kingship draped his shoulders with ceremonial weight. A temporary spell lay over him like a second skin, carefully woven by the High Priestess at his side, its magic subtle and precise. Where corruption had crept like black fire along his neck and jaw, the spell smoothed flesh and shadow alike, hiding the truth beneath an illusion of unblemished ski

Once again, I glanced at my people and I knew the answer. “A king is a servant of its people.” Claps and praises echoed in the hall. They weren’t expecting that answer from me. The world referred King as ruler. In my opinion, the ruling meant controlling and showing dominance. I wasn’t that kind of king nor did I want to be. King is the one who serves, not rule. Growing up, I was told that true king nurtures, protects and defends its people. That was exactly what I wanted to be. A true king.

"These are the servants that was sent by the Crown Prince, they are all well-trained to fulfill all your needs." The Butler arrived earlier inside my chamber together with these unfamiliar servants, all of them were looking like a doll standing with no emotion on their faces. Isn't it funny? To see how Hades created these servants just for me? Well, it's not like I don't know his purpose, he sent these servants to guard me and to report everything I am doing to him. I tapped my fingers on the table, looking at them from head to their toes.

, Pheia explained. “Hmm, that is why there are so few servants serving in here. As I observed even Lady Cristiana and Lady Rhina have only one personal servant each. Not at all like what every aristocrat should have. The Earl has limited power, and even if he has this vast land, when he has no workers to till it, then it would be of no use.”, Alani added. “Yes, it is indeed. As long as they are serving the king with loyalty then, they should neglect to have more people. As more people serving you mean more possible people to be your allies.”

"And your people? What will happen to then if the King is not aware of their situations? You are chosing a meaningless crown over the people you need to serve." "The crown comes first." He raised his voice. "The people are the crown." I yelled back. "The crown is nothing but a tool that lays on your head while the people are the Kingdom. You'll get the crown sooner or later but the people need to come first." Prince Barlion finally turned to me with a glare. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I can't get what belongs to me unless I fight dirty. I am doing what is necessary..."

No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian. Arlene quietly wiped the corner of her eye as well, playing along with the emotional appeal. "You're wrong, Vivian. You, coming from a poor and humble background, were never worthy of Isaac in the first place. But because you promised as a girl to love him forever, that fool went against his family's wishes and endured 39 lashes just to marry you. "Not only did he pull strings to lift your family up, but he also gave you a black card to give you status. Yet, during the engagement party, you signed a master-servant contract with another man behind his back."

the servant explained. Seren smiled mockingly, "He lost once, that means his skills aren't very good. Why doesn't he stop and act as a good prince and crown prince? Why bother taking unnecessary revenge?" The queen's personal attendant was about to reply, but Seren hurriedly said, "Hey, I know you're a big fan of his. There's no need to defend him by saying something nice about him. I won't like it." The young girl who had served as Seren's maid for several years immediately fell silent.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”