Novel & Cerita Servant To The Crown

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

The amethyst-colored royal family crest was pinned on his right jacket. “This is Prince Jet Cynate, younger brother of Prince Flint Onyx, the one who’s looking personally for a qualified bride.” The maidens were whispering and giggling as they heard the prince’s name, while Hannah just looked in front of them. “Prince Flint was asking a favor of Prince Jet. He’s the one who will choose the bride that will match the prince’s taste since, unfortunately, Prince Flint is so busy right now.” She can’t help but to arch her brow once more. What a douche.

After all, she's the girl he cherishes the most, so he simply says, "Then I'll have Thomas follow you from a distance." Thomas is his servant.

It bothered him, but even if he wanted to investigate the matter, his movements would be limited, given that Emperor Claus did not want anyone getting near Emery for no plausible reason. Meanwhile, in the Whitmore Mansion, Lady Serena's maidservants cannot believe what they just heard. They were being instructed to pack their lady’s things since she would no longer be the one they'll serve in the future. They had been serving her ever since she was young so realizing that she was not the one who will be crowned empress came as more than a shock. Some of them even had to kneel on both knees, begging her to fight for her rightful position on the throne next to the emperor, however, Lady Serena

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

Eldric asked William. "The crown", William replied with clench closed. "What does crown represent?" "The king that protects his people from harm. Especially from the -" "Does the crown represent the monarch?! Or does it serve the higher purpose?" Eldric cuts him off. William holds his breath and remembers his lesson when he was raised in the orphanage. "God. The crown serves as a link between God and the kingship of the realm." "Exactly. And does killing the innocent give us the security we need?" Eldric asks his squire once more.

It always carried. There was no hesitation in him. No visible tension. If he felt anything about this arrangement, he didn’t let it show. Caelan watched him as he spoke. Watched the way he held himself. Watched the way his words landed. Perfect. Every part of it perfect. And somehow— That made it worse. “The crown.” The Emperor’s voice cut through the air. A servant stepped forward, carrying it carefully, like it was something sacred. Like it mattered. Caelan’s breath slowed.

the Elf stuttered. Prince Ron nodded. "Good. Cordin, from this night henceforth, you're going to be my personal servant." The human servants nearly fell to their knees. His personal servant??? Cordin was done for. All the servants who came to Netheridge with the Prince and Princess knew what it meant to be the Prince's personal servant. There was a good reason King Cain forbade Prince Ron from taking any personal servants. All he had was Leo. That was it. Nothing could save Cordin now.

There was one rule that seem to have applied throughout history when it came to proud , arrogant nobles who believed themselves untouchable. Your servants are there only to serve, so long as they perform their duties you wouldn't interfere, they were below you so you wouldn't meet their eyes unless addressing them. The servants revered you, to meet the eyes of their master was generally met with scorn, as such actions were considered borderline impertinent.