The world around me came to a screeching halt. Stunned, my ears rang as it barred itself from hearing anything else. My page continued on but his voice was muffled. My mind raced with questions as my heartbeat picked up its pace after it stopped for a second. Massacred?? My men, massacred?! How could this have happened?! Why would someone kill innocent people?! And if they were killed, what happened to everyone in the bakery?! What happened to Grandpa Ben?! “Your Highness,” my page raised his voice, which finally brought me back to reality. His hold on me tightened further as he asked, “What must we do?!” I grabbed hold of his arms and asked, “Where are the guards??” “Those who survived brought the fallen back home. I sent them to the guards’ keep to avoid commotion from the other servants,” my page replied. I bolted to the door and rushed to the keep. I was followed closely by Gonzalo, my page, and the two guards who stood by my door. ~*~*~*~ As I barged into the guards’ ke
Grandpa Ben was slumped onto the floor. Blood trickled down his face. HIs brown shirt was soaked in blood. He looked exhausted. He was left there to die. “Grandpa Ben?” I knelt beside him as I turned him around. Grandpa Ben whimpered as I laid his back on the counter. He struggled to open his eyes. But when he saw me, he was able to utter, “Robert?” “Young man,” the old lady called from the door, clearly worried, “Is everything all right in there?” I peeped up from the counter and replied, “Yes, madam. It is Grandpa Ben. And he is gravely hurt.” I returned to Grandpa Ben and gasped as I saw his bleeding arm. “Don’t you worry, Grandpa Ben,” I said as I grabbed my knife. I tore a long piece from my shirt, gently wrapped it around his arm and continued, “I am here. I will take care of everything.” “Robert…” Grandpa Ben then reached his hand out towards me. I held his hand and slowly put it down. “Rest yourself, Grandpa Ben. You must not move too much.” I shouted towards the old lad
My jaw clenched as those words played in my mind, over and over again. Unwanted yet terrifying situations haunted my brain. It made me sick to the stomach. “Robert?” I turned around as James called me, “What does it say?” As I tried to control my emotions, I handed the note to James. My hand shook as my mind scattered to keep myself calm. James read the note and returned to me with a tense look. For once, we had a mutual understanding. This matter wasn’t just about saving Laura anymore. It suddenly became a matter of importance as innocent people were brought into the problem. “Gonzalo came out of the guest room. “Your Majesty,” he bowed as he approached us, “The visitor is now in a better state. I will have some of the maids work on rotation to ensure his swift recovery.” “Well done, Gonzalo,” James said as he turned to Gonzalo. He then instructed, “Take some of my guards with you to the bakery. Hold an investigation on what happened. And I want the results within the day.” “As
Horrified, James’ eyes widened. Carefully, James placed his fingers on the table. In a low voice, he replied, “Please, do not tell me that this Benjamin that you mentioned–” “Is the prince of Eastern Sun?” I finished James’ question. “Unfortunately, you are correct.” James slammed his fists on the table. The loud thud echoed throughout the entire room. “Be very wise about your assumptions, Robert,” James gritted through his teeth. His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted. He continued, “For a maid to be suspect is already unbelievable in itself. But, to accuse the son of our greatest ally is a monstrosity!” “My accusations are valid, James,” I replied. “And what are those, may I ask?” I took a deep breath and explained, “Mallory hates Laura because I chose Laura. Benjamin hates me because Laura chose me. It only makes sense that they will try and make things harder for me.” “Have you asked Mallory about this?” James asked. “Nana Olsa is still looking for her. I am still hoping
Grandpa Ben had a cloth on his forehead. Two maids diligently wiped his arms and legs. The other two helped the Medicine King with his tools. I dragged my feet as I slowly approached the busy physician. My gaze never left Grandpa Ben, who breathed heavily. His clothes were removed and only a blanket covered him. “Your Highness,” the Medicine King bowed along with the maids. “What is going on, sir?” my voice shook as I asked. The Medicine King sighed whilst he mashed a few herbs together. “He had a bad reaction to the medicine. The dosage was too much for his body,” he explained. He bowed once again and added, “Forgive me for my incompetence, Your Highness.” “Please get up, Medicine King. There is no time for such things,” I replied. “What happened to Grandpa Ben?” I asked as he stood up. “The medicine caused his wounds to swell. His soiled clothes caused infection. He now has a high fever because of that horrible combination?” the Medicine King explained. I closed my eyes as I
‘My brain has muffled my tutor’s voice. It felt like I was stuck in my study for a few hours. ‘This scene was familiar. ‘I was in my younger days. A little boy, so carefree. Expectations were not made known yet. I could only wonder which memory this was. ‘Our lesson was disturbed by a knock on the door. ‘My tutor turned to the door and answered, “Enter.” ‘The door opened and the king’s guards entered, along with His Majesty’s page. ‘The page bowed. “I bring a message from His Majesty, King James,” he announced. ‘My tutor and I quickly knelt as the page opened a scroll. ‘The page then read, “I, His Royal Majesty, King James of Western Wind have written this message as a birthday greeting for my son, Prince Robert.” ‘Ah, now I finally realised which memory this was. ‘As with every other birthday that I had, James never showed up. His greetings were always delivered in the form of a formal message. And as the page continued with the message, my young heart could only break in si
I was stunned. Overwhelmed with what I just heard, I slowly rested my arms on my knees and stared at the floor. “This was not something that I am in favour of. However, the princess has decided fiercely on this matter. I couldn’t do anything to persuade her,” Queen Marta explained. “Did the princess provide any explanation as to why she did that?” Mother asked. “According to my daughter, she said she isn’t ready for married life just yet. After some time spent away from court, she said she needs more time to discover herself,” Queen Marta replied. She then remarked, “This is why I never wanted her to go on this retreat. I had a feeling that this would happen.” My stare never left the carpeted floor. So many emotions rushed within me. From absolute confusion to unfathomable happiness, my calm exterior got harder to contain. The wedding was postponed. That was a good sign! Princess Lorain was still uncertain about our upcoming union. I was given a higher possibility to be with Lau
Grandpa Ben was still unconscious when I arrived in the guest’s chambers. According to the guards, the Medicine King was diligent in his service. They also mentioned that they swapped places with the other guards hourly to avoid exhaustion. And the same procedure was done by the maids. I watched from the side as the maids cleaned Grandpa Ben. I prayed fervently in my mind as I hoped that he would wake up soon. The silence was interrupted when the door creaked open. It was the Medicine King with a bowl that had a wooden spoon. “Your Highness,” the Medicine King bowed as soon as he saw me, “It is quite early for you to be here,” he added as he walked over to me. “I had an unexpected meeting with the king and queen,” I explained. The Medicine King then nodded and turned to Grandpa Ben. “How is his condition?” I asked as I knelt beside Grandpa Ben. “He is far better now than how he was before. Some of his wounds have healed. And the infection was stopped before it was able to cause
A prince had a peaceful night all to himself.His fireplace burned brightly as it kept his quarters warm against the harsh, cold atmosphere outside the old castle he currently resided in. A direct view of the beautiful moon outside his window. And a scrumptious meal right in front of him.He happily dug into his meal, which was something that he hadn’t done in a long while. Not after all the sleepless nights that he had. As well as the days where he pretended in front of his family.‘Ah, finally,’ he thought to himself as he cut through the tender meat on his plate. ‘A night where I can finally enjoy my food.’Just as soon as he was going to take a bite, a knock came upon his door. He groaned as he put his fork down. “Who is it?” he answered, irritated.The door creaked open and a servant called out of the dark. “Prince Benjamin?”“I thought I made it clear that I wanted to be left alone for a few hours,” Benjamin replied as he scratched his forehead.“My apologies, Your Highness, but
“Grandpa Ben?” my brows knitted together as I called out.“What are you doing here? Where did you come from?” I asked as he approached us.Grandpa Ben stopped right before us. He immediately glared at Gonzalo. But Gonzalo didn’t back down. He stared right back at Grandpa Ben.Grandpa Ben then cleared his throat and returned to me. “Go ahead. Bring Laura back. However, I want for the both of you to return safely. If I don’t see you with her, I will never forgive you even in death.”“Have you no regards to his life?!” Gonzalo protested, making us turn to him. “For the sake of getting your daughter back, you’re willing to put the prince at risk?! Don’t you mortals ever think of anything but yourselves?!”“And what about you Immortals? Don’t you do the same?” Grandpa Ben snapped. “I may look like a weak, old man. But I’m well-versed with stories of your kind. I never imagined that the myths of gods and goddesses being selfish were actually true. But you,” he pointed a finger at Gonzalo, “
The moon shone high in the sky as I looked out my bedroom window.The whole room was pitch black, dark as the night sky above. And only the powerful moonlight was able to illuminate my room.Well, at least a portion of it.I was incredibly frustrated with everything that I never bothered to light my torches as night fell.After I returned from James’ study, I remained in my room and did absolutely nothing. I simply sat by the window and drank tea without any signs of stopping. I also requested for an early dinner, an attempt to avoid James during dinner time.I just wanted to be left alone.I just wanted some space.‘I just want progress. Was that too much to ask for?’ my mind shouted, helpless as no one could hear it. And no one bothered to listen or even ask me.Then, a knock on my door echoed throughout the room. But I didn’t answer. I already rejected persistent knockings as I remained in my quarters. Even though someone from the other end called for my name, I never made my prese
Bethilda’s mouth hung in disbelief.“Your Highness, my heart's already breaking for the sacrifice that I am to make. Against my own beliefs and wishes, I am giving you my men to aid your cause. Just because I want them to have some time to prepare, that doesn’t mean I am on the other side of this debacle,” Bethilda protested.She added, “Your impatience will put their lives at risk. And that’s a risk that I will never be willing to take.”I pressed my lips together as my nose flared after a deep sigh. Truth be told, I gave my full respect to Bethilda as she put her servants before anything. However, I couldn’t wait again for a longer time. We already wasted too much time here and we never made any sort of progress in terms of the rescue mission.I cared for Bethilda’s household the same as I did for my own. But we couldn’t afford to wait another week before we could proceed. We didn’t even have the slightest clue on what could be happening within Benjamin’s territory.The mere thought
Bethilda’s eyes widened whilst James immediately turned to my direction.This was the fastest solution that I could think of. James already exhausted all of his efforts for this debacle. I had to do something, even if he didn’t like it.Bethilda looked to James for a moment before she returned to me. “Whatever the reason is for this sudden request of aid, I am afraid that it will do you more harm than good,” she answered. She added, “My soldiers aren’t fully trained for combat. I only trained them to protect and to distract enemies. And besides, I don’t think that His Majesty is in favour of this decision of yours, Your Highness.”“James has already given his all for our cause. We don’t know who to turn to and we are running out of time,” I answered. James’ stare never left but I paid no mind. I had no time to argue with him.Bethilda asked, “Have you reached out to other kingdoms? I know that you are attempting to rescue a friend. If that is the case, shouldn’t it be advised to ask t
“I already sent some of the guards to gather more troops back home.“We don’t know how many men Benjamin has to protect him,” James replied. “As much as possible, I don’t want to spill too much blood, especially within their territory. I don’t want this debacle to cause a scandal. And I also don’t want to destroy our alliance with them. At the same time, we can’t waste the lives of more men, both on his side and ours.”For James to still honour our alliance with Eastern Sun, even after what Benjamin did, was frustrating.Benjamin betrayed me. Trust and loyalty were values that I held in high regard. But Benjamin disregarded that, all because he didn’t get what he wanted.For that action alone, the friendship between our kingdoms was also destroyed. How could we possibly trust a traitor? Even if that person was our ally, it already destroyed their credibility as someone we trusted deeply.However, I understood why James was still worried about the alliance. Eastern Sun wasn’t simply a
Marcus chuckled as he shrugged.He looked down to his feet and replied, “My loyalty to the duchess is more than just of a servant, Your Highness. And even though that was the case for me,” Marcus returned to me, “I never overstepped nor did I ever use my emotions to my advantage. I respected her as my mistress. The person who gave me a home and a new life. Nothing more, nothing less.”Marcus’ response rendered me speechless.Who would’ve thought that a servant would develop strong feelings towards their mistress?Perhaps because of Bethilda’s care towards Marcus, his gratitude slowly turned into something else. Unfortunately, in this world - or in any other world in that retrospect - a relationship between a servant and their master would never be acceptable.I could only feel the ache on Marcus’ behalf as I once felt the same for Laura. That feeling that we wished we were born within the same kind of beings, just so nothing would be able to stand in the way of what we felt for each o
“Thank you for accompanying me all the way here.“For now,” I turned to the two guards behind me, “I would like to have a moment alone.”After I woke up from my nap, I decided to take a quick stroll around the castle grounds. Luckily, the guards told me that Bethilda had a small garden. So, I asked them to show me its location.The two guards shared glances with each other, worried and unsure. One of them replied, “But Your Highness, His Majesty specifically said that should you ask for our company, we are not to leave you alone. Especially when you are outside the castle.”I chuckled. “There is nothing to be scared of, gentlemen. With the location of the duchess’ residence, it’s a bit impossible for enemies to attack from within these walls,” I explained. “At the same time, I don't think that these walls are penetrable from all fronts.”The guards looked at each other again, still uncertain of what to do.I sighed, which made them turn to me. “I assure you, I can manage on my own. I
“And how long have you been in service within the duchess’ household?” I asked the maid in front of me.An hour had already passed and I was still only halfway through the inspection. I had to be very careful when I asked certain questions. At the same time, I had to discern personalities behind prim and proper facades.I couldn’t rush the process even if I wanted to. I didn’t know who could possibly have dark motives against Bethilda so I had to proceed with caution. I didn’t want to be the cause of her death, all because I chose the wrong people to serve her.“I have been serving the duchess for seven years,” the maid replied.“Ah, that would mean that you are fairly new within the household,” I said as I wrote the information down. “In your few years of service, how familiar are you with everything?”Her response was interrupted when my doors suddenly opened. We turned our heads and watched as James entered my room. Immediately, we stood and gave our greetings.“Did I interrupt any