《A Deal between the Gods and Me》 The God of Death The door to the room was nondescript. It¡¯s white exterior blending in with the many others in the hallway. A simple passerby would not have taken a second guess at the lack of decorations. However, inside the room was cloaked in a sultry haze, the only light coming from strategically placed candles. Thick velvet curtains covered the windows, sealing off the world outside and cocooning the space in an aura of secrecy and anticipation. The room held different items along its red walls from long thin braided ropes ending in feathers to hard leather and silver spikes. In the center of the room a plush leather armchair stood, its presence commanding attention. Seated upon the arm of the chair. Seraphina exuded an air of confidence as she meticulously prepared for her upcoming client. Her attire was a carefully curated gothic style bustier, the straps cinching her thighs and shoulders tight. The piece accentuated every curve of her lithe frame with a tantalizing promise of restraint, while her ribbon stilettos wrapped her calves with the promise of a surprise. With practiced precision, Seraphina adjusted the straps of her stiletto heels, the rhythmic click-clack echoing softly in the otherwise still room. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, arranging it in artful disarray, another layer of her control. Her movements were deliberate, as she moved to set up the ice tray, each gesture calculated to convey an aura of dominance and control. As she waited, Seraphina¡¯s mind drifted, her thoughts turning to the itemized list running in her head. She knew after this she¡¯d have a meeting with her father, then she would go home and soak in a bath filled with lavender salts, then... Charles, the name floated through her head dragging her back to reality, the CEO of the high end graphics processing company, he should be her focus. She flipped the cup over and uncovered the water pitcher. Her mind returned to the task at hand, Seraphina relished the challenge of each encounter, the thrill of exerting her power over those who sought her services, however business men like Charles, the name filled her with bile, only wanted the basic package. Their desires were nothing more than a strong woman telling them their wrong and their need to dominate that. Behind her facade was a keen intellect and perceptive intuition, honed over years of maneuvering through the intricate dance of desire and submission. Charles was a dime a dozen, and yet the only reason he sought her was the Pandora''s box she offered, to say he stepped foot into the room where lives were changed. The soft chime of the doorbell interrupted her reverie, signaling the arrival of her client. With a graceful flourish, Seraphina turned from her spot, her movements fluid and purposeful. Crossing the room with predatory grace, she paused before the door gathering her thoughts. Her distaste could not show. With a flick of her wrist, she swung the door open, revealing the figure of her awaiting patron. A smirk played upon her lips as she welcomed them into her domain, ready to unleash the depths of their desires and fulfill their darkest fantasies. In that moment, Seraphina was more than a mere dominatrix; she was a master of seduction, a beacon of power and allure in a world consumed by longing and obsession. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Seraphina turned her back, her perfume filling the air. She had chosen its subtle hues to match the rest of her products on her body. She moved to the armchair, the door clicking shut behind her. Charles stood his back against the door, wrapped in a robe, his thinning hair wet from the shower. ¡°Come.¡± Her order filled the room and she sat on the chair. She could feel the hesitance in his body as he looked at her, his eyes darting around the room. They had done this game multiple times, the little acts of resistance before he caved he tested her before. Seraphina crossed her long legs accentuating the bows right above her knee. She pointed her toe and the ribbon tightened around her calves. All the fight left her client''s body as he dropped his robe, lust ripping away any sort of rebellion. He lowered himself to the floor and began crawling to her. The soft carpet crushed under his hands and knees. He stopped short of her toe and bent his head. Seraphina leaned forward, dropping her crossed legs and moved her feet so that either one sat beside his hands. In between her feet a thin handheld whip with soft leather sat. ¡°Can I use this?¡± She whispered as her lips and hair brushed against Charles¡¯s head. She could see the goosebumps on his back as he heard her words. ¡°Yes master.¡± That was all she needed. With a graceful motion, Seraphina raised her hand, the crack of her whip slicing through the air like a promise of both pain and pleasure. In the midst of the exchange, something stirred within Seraphina''s soul. A chill ran down her spine as an otherworldly presence filled the room, suffusing the air with an eerie sense of foreboding. She felt a weighty gaze upon her, unseen but unmistakably potent. Her heart quickened as she looked up at a figure shrouded in darkness, a being of immense power and ethereal beauty stood in the now open doorway behind black chaos swirled. God of Death. The words were not her own as she stared into the shrouded shadow of a face. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Seraphina''s mind reeled with disbelief. But before she could utter a word, a vortex of swirling shadows enveloped her. When Seraphina''s senses returned to her, she found herself sitting in a world unlike any she had ever known. The only familiar thing was the armchair that somehow made it to her new location. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the sky above crackled with ominous energy. As she struggled to comprehend her surroundings, Seraphina saw the same cloaked figure underneath a colossal statue of itself. She was now a guest in the domain of the God of Death himself. Her thoughts raced through her head as she thought of various ways to escape. Fear and exhilaration coursed through her veins, even beyond the panic it was something different, something like the stories she read as a child. A Deal Struck The realm stretched around Seraphina like a tapestry of shadows and echoes. Outside the barrier, the landscape seemed to ripple and shift as if they were between realms. The sky above was an endless expanse of midnight black, punctuated by swirling wisps of ethereal mist that danced and coiled. Otherworldly constellations flickered faintly in the distance, casting an eerie glow upon them. Beneath her feet, the ground seemed to writhe with unseen energy pulsating with a rhythmic hum that reverberated through the air. Strange, twisted trees loomed right out of sight, the shadows of their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the heavens. Spectral apparitions drifted through the ether, their forms flickering and translucent like ghosts caught between worlds and below on the ground strange creatures prowled in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a desperation that sent shivers down her spine. Yet amidst the chaos, Seraphine saw the beauty. Ethereal flowers bloomed in unlikely places underneath overturned stone and shimmered with a luminescence that seemed to defy the laws of nature. In the distance, a river of shimmering silver wound its way through the landscape, its waters flowing with a gentle, hypnotic grace. Seraphina caught herself lost in the strange and wondrous realm that stood around her. What am I doing? She turned her attention back to the God of Death studying its figure. In the stillness, Seraphina stood before the imposing figure of the God of Death, her heart pounding with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. The deity''s presence loomed over her, their features obscured by the shadowy veil that surrounded them, yet their aura radiated an undeniable sense of power and authority. Under the shadow of the veil, features shifted every once in a while a face that felt oddly familiar to her would flash every once in a while. "Seraphina," their voice resonated like a distant echo, carrying with it the weight of countless souls departed. "I would like to make you an offer.¡± A whirlwind of calculations and considerations played across her thoughts as she processed the gravity of the god''s words. With a calm exterior that belied the intensity of her thoughts, she weighed the outcomes of her choices. "An offer," she echoed, her voice betraying none of the tumult raging within her. "Pray, elaborate." Her body relaxed as she decided. A coy smile played upon her lips as she regarded the enigmatic figure before her. Silence enveloped her, but she could still hear her own heartbeat. It quickened with anticipation, yet she maintained a facade of cool composure, trying to exude an aura of comfortability. ¡°An offer?¡± her voice dripping with allure. It was no different from any other deal from any other client and she had plenty of experience being on the other side of the table. The corners of her lips turned up. ¡°I must admit, I¡¯m rather intrigued by what you have in mind.¡± Her eyes, by calculation, flickered to study the god before her. She sought to decipher the true intentions hidden beneath the deity¡¯s enigmatic persona. Indifferent to her thoughts, the God of Death flicked their hand between them. A shimmering portal materialized, its surface rippling with ethereal energy. ¡°In a distant realm, there exists a princess named Seraphina. She is destined to play a pivotal role in the fate of her kingdom, however her path is fraught with peril.¡± The God of Death gestured towards a shimmering portal that materialized before them, its surface rippling with ethereal energy. "In a distant realm, there exists a princess named Seraphina. She is destined to play a pivotal role in the fate of her kingdom, but her path always leads to the unraveling of the realm.¡± As Seraphina listened intently, the god continued, their voice carrying a remorseful tone. "A bet was placed between the gods if an outsider could alter fate." The god fell silent. A surge of uncertainty washed over Seraphina as she contemplated the gravity of the god¡¯s words. To inhabit the body of another, to become yet another conduit for the will of others. Her mind raced. ¡°And if I fail?¡± She had never considered her life to be of importance when compared to her father, however this choice seemed impossible. The god of Death was silent but another flick of the wrist caused a blue screen to appear in front of her face. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. ¡°The details are here. Your curiosity will not be fully sated by its contents. However, this is as much as I can give. I will give you a moment to read.¡± The god disappeared leaving Seraphina alone. In front of her, the blue screen worked like a computer screen, it moved to stay in her sightline. With no other choice she read. Welcome, chosen one, to the ranks of the God of Death¡¯s favored! Your selection marks the beginning of an extraordinary journey filled with twists, turns and maybe even a little romance. As you step into the shoes of royalty, know that you are embarking on an adventure like no other. You¡¯re being granted the opportunity to live again, bask in the luxuries of royal life while chasing your deepest desires. The world is your oyster, and with your charm and cunning, you just might shape it to your liking. But beware, for the path ahead is fraught with challenges and surprises. Will you navigate the treacherous waters of court intrigue with finesse? Or find yourself in the gallows in despair? Can you win the hearts of those around you and offer salvation to a world in need? Seraphina reread the message multiple times. It felt like a trap. She searched around for the God of Death in her pereprial and found only emptiness. Questions began to tumble around in her head as the thoughts swirled. ¡°What the hell?¡± she whispered. Below the paragraph the word ¡°continue¡± appeared. Her finger stuck to the button and the screen changed to show a younger woman with long gray-purple hair and heterochromia eyes. In her portrait a haughty aura emanating from her. She scrolled down it was a character description. A princess whose beauty is matched only by her boundless arrogance. The epitome of regal grace, her every move exudes an air of haughty superiority that sets her apart from all others. She commands attention wherever she goes, her piercing gaze capable of reducing even the most confident suitor to trembling wrecks. This princess makes no effort to hide her disdain for those she deems beneath her. In episodes of complete fury she is not above killing those for the smallest offenses garnering her no love amongst the staff and social circle. To her the world is a stage upon which she is the undisputed star. She delights in thwarting any attempts to win over the hearts of those closest to her, employing every trick to secure her own victory. She takes great pleasure in cutting down her rivals with cutting remarks and cruel taunts. However... Unknown bug in the system... Shutting down... reset. The screen cut off and the God of Death appeared again. Even underneath the shadow of the hood there was desperation in the air. Seraphina''s lips curved into a subtle smile¡ªa silent acknowledgment of the tactical advantage she had gained. "Very well," she said, her voice cool and composed. "I accept your offer, but know this: I am not one to be manipulated or deceived." The God of Death regarded her with an inscrutable gaze, his voice tinged with a sense of intrigue. "Your sacrifice will not go unnoticed, Seraphina. Though your mortal form may fade, your spirit will endure, forever bound to the legacy of the princess whose destiny you shall shape." Seraphina¡¯s voice rang out with a cool precision, her words carrying the weight of careful calculation. ¡°No,¡± she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering as she began to address the gods before her. The pieces finally falling into place. ¡°You will grant myself and the other player the autonomy to make our own decisions.¡± Behind the god another being shimmered into view. This one was the complete opposite: a chaotic energy full of vitality and cloaked in a bright light. She had the attention of the other player. By allowing them to shape their own destinies instead of playing within the preconceived character. ¡°This will allow you a more entertaining game. That is why we are here. You¡¯ve chosen your stage to allow the players to control the narrative.¡± she finished her thoughts out loud. ¡°I promise a more entertaining story.¡± The other god leaned towards their counterpart, lips unmoving each in a deep discussion. Time passed and Seraphina¡¯s body both ached and felt rejuvenated. Her confidence in her words began to wan as she felt the omnipotent gaze on her. No matter the advantage, she knew the odds were stacked against her. ¡°We accept.¡± Their voices overlaid each other and the portal in front of her swirled. ¡°However, penalty for failure and you forfeit your right for reincarnation and damnation to play this life for the rest of eternity.¡± Seraphina bowed her head, hiding a smile. Victory belongs not to the strongest, but to the most cunning her father¡¯s words echoed in her head as she stepped into the pond¡ªand she intended to emerge triumphant. The Morning After As Seraphina¡¯s eyelids fluttered open, she found herself bathed in a soft golden glow filtered through the sheer white curtains. The moment shattered with a searing pain accompanied by white blocky letters. Error Her head ached as she remembered the scenes leading up to the conversation between the gods. Gritting her teeth against the agony, she attempted to rise, only to find herself pinned beneath the weight of an unfamiliar figure. Lifting her head, she felt a heavy weight resting on her stomach, anchoring her in place. Following the weight, her gaze fell upon a figure beside her, and a sense of unease crept over her. Beside her lay two figures, their forms intertwined amidst the rumpled sheets. Their features are blurred by the soft light filtering through the curtains. Their breathing steady in the quiet aftermath of sleep. A surge of unease washed over her as she realized the implications of her predicament, her lips curling in disgust at the unwelcome sight. Ignoring the discomfort, she looked to her right and spotted her lifeline through the curtains. Without further inspection of her unwanted bedmates, she slid out, letting the arm retract and curl around a silken pillow. Her feet touched the cold granite sending a shiver up her naked body adding to the pain in her head. The princess had quite the night. She brushed past the drapes cascading from the canopy and it opened to a larger area. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, their vibrant hues contrasting with the pristine white marble and plain vases. As Seraphina approached she could see the meticulous arrangement as each one holding the same flowers. Each vase held the same emotion, a pure loathing and hatred-a sentiment she knew all too well. Whoever sent the bouquet knew the princess enough to know she was not well versed in flower language. Seraphina continued looking around, the bed itself was the main piece, a large king-and-a-half mattress standing on a marble platform, voile fabric cascading around the canopy in a display of elegance and luxury. The windows were flung open and in the morning light the silk curtains billowed inward with a gentle breeze. She couldn¡¯t help but marvel at the exquisite details that adorned every corner of the chamber. Gilded frames of young trees and rose thorns climbed the sides of the mirrors on every empty wall space. The space itself spoke of a life of luxury and privilege, a stark reminder of the role she agreed to play. Seraphina''s gaze met her own in one of the many polished surfaces, a wave of despair washed over her. The image staring back at her was that of the princess. She traced the lines of the unfamiliar lines of her face, each feature a stark reminder of her reality. This was not her own reflection¡ªit was a role. With trembling hands, she reached out to touch the mirror¡¯s surface, as if to seek solace in the cold, unyielding glass. Her reflection seemed to glare back at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Her body broke out into a cold sweat and she stumbled back. As she stared at her reflection she could feel the princess¡¯s purple and red eye glare. Her mouth opened and closed, the words escaping her as searing pain shot through her back sending spasms rippling down her limbs like lightning. Frozen in agony, she turned towards the bed, where the two bodies lay undisturbed, oblivious to her silent torment. Desperation clawed within her as she stumbled forward reaching for the bedpost. She fell into it, her right hand curling around the bedpost. ¡°Help¡± she whispered hoarsely the word barely more than a breath, the pain becoming intolerable, blotches began to dance in the edges of her vision. Another spasm wracked her body, and she summoned the last dregs of her strength to pull at the sheets, her movements clumsy and erratic. Silk bedding cascaded over her body as she capitulated forward, her head spinning as she struggled to remain conscious. In her haze, a mirror seemed to shimmer, revealing two identical figures dressed in a fantasy maid attire. The sound of shattering crystal echoed through the chamber as a breakfast tray fell to the ground, its contents scattered amidst the shards. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Princess!" The urgent cries of the maids pierced through the haze, their voices a lifeline in the darkness. Suddenly the blotches receded and two identical faces filled her sight. To her left a maid with black hair and to her right a maid with white hair. ¡°Hurry call the royal doctor¡±, one called and a fear struck Seraphina, they could not find out. ¡°Don¡¯t!¡± She hissed and a look of concern flashed across both faces. In the corner of her vision a disheveled man peeped his head out and Seraphina instinctively recoiled, her expression a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. ¡°Get out.¡± She growled, her tone sharp and commanding as she pushed away the maid to her left. The two maids exchanged a quick, knowing glance before swiftly rising to their feet. ¡°Out!¡± they commanded the men, their voices carrying an authority that brooked no argument. Seraphina didn''t spare a glance as they ushered the intruders out of the bed, her focus fixed on the task at hand. "Princess, please, we didn''t know," one man pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I can do better," the other protested, struggling against the maid''s firm grip. In the corner of Seraphina''s vision, two guards appeared, their armor glinting in the dim light as they approached overhearing the noise. With a series of hurried gestures, the maids directed them to escort the unwelcome visitors away, their protests fading into the distance as the mirror door closed behind them. As the room fell silent once more, both maids turned their attention back to Seraphina, their expressions softened with genuine concern. "Let us help you," the one with white hair offered gently, reaching out a hand in a gesture of comfort. Seraphina hesitated for a moment before relenting. Even in this strange world she could feel their sincerity. ¡°Where does it hurt?¡± Both sets of hands gently lifted her up to the bed; she closed her eyes, their fingers cool against her skin. Seraphina shook her head as the pain began to recede. She needed a moment to collect her racing thoughts. She needed space, the headache and the gift must correlate. The men in the bed, but the reaction of the maids meant that the princess was promiscuous. Seraphina¡¯s body throbbed again. ¡°Princess your hands.¡± A voice whispered urgently.Startled, Seraphina opened her eyes to find her hands shimmering with a familiar silver hue, reminiscent of the same liquid as the distant rivers. The maid with black hair gasped and grasped at her necklace, beginning to murmur incantation in a unknown language. ¡°Morthos...¡± The white-hair maid bowed her head reverently, her voice joining her sister¡¯s in the mysterious tongue. Seraphina recoiled, she brought her hands up to her face, her heart quickened. Silver liquid began dripping from her fingernails, pooling in the indents on either side and gathering underneath the tips. With a trembling hand, she turned her palm upward, watching as the liquid rolled effortlessly down her skin leaving tingles where the silver trailed down. ¡°Help me.¡± Her voice trembled, the fear palpable in her words. Both maids snapped their heads up, realizing their mistress¡¯s distress. ¡°Princess deep breaths, you must control your mana.¡± The white-haired maid whispered urgently, her movements cautious to avoid the silvery liquid. ¡°Eve grab the basin. Help me put her hands in the water.¡± With the sharp command, Eve hastened to comply, running to a mirror to open it revealing a large bathroom. ¡°What is this? What does it mean?¡± Seraphina¡¯s voice cracked. Her fingers trembled as the white-haired maid held her elbows making her hands outstretched above the bed sheets. ¡°Listen carefully, Princess. Your magic has manifested. Without control...¡± The maid clamped her mouth shut. ¡°Control your emotions, Princess.¡± Feeling overwhelmed by the idea, Seraphina struggled to rein in her tumultuous thoughts and fears. ¡°Here Susan.¡± Eve placed the basin of water between Seraphina¡¯s legs, the ceramic offering a solid pressure. With a swift motion, Susan dipped a corner of the bedsheet into the silver liquid and brought it to Seraphina¡¯s lips, prompting protests from Eve. Yet as the liquid touched her lips, Seraphina felt a wave of bliss wash over her. The maids quickly eased her flat as their voices faded into the background. A shadow flickered in her pereprial almost in the shape of a man. Despite the unease, a sense of drowsiness crept over her, her thoughts no longer tangible, she relinquished control sinking deeper into the mattress. Being drugged never felt so comforting, She chuckled softly to herself, surrendering to the embrace of sleep. The Afternoon Pt. 1 This time she kept her eyes firmly closed, her thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion. I am the princess, my name is Seraphina she repeated silently to herself, trying to anchor her identity amidst the chaos. The conversation between deities played on loop, their names familiar yet shrouded in mystery. She knew of them, not they themselves. She pondered her previous dealings, the details of her bargain, and the overwhelming magnitude of her current situation. A grimace etched itself across her features as she grappled with the most pressing question: could she escape from this fate? ¡°Princess, your emotions,¡± the sudden voice broke through her internal turmoil. Opening her eyes, she found herself back in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck and a warm cloth wiping her brow by the maid with white hair¡ªSusan, she recalled. ¡°The more emotional you become, the less control you have over Morthos¡¯s powers.¡± Susan¡¯s words were laced with a mixture of concern and sternness, her blue eyes seeming to implore Seraphina to heed her advice. Despite the urge to scream in frustration, Seraphina swallowed down her rising emotions. She filled her lungs with air and began to count back.. 10... Focus on what you can control. 9... You''ve become Princess Seraphina, and that''s where you begin. 8... Remember, she''s not exactly popular. 7... Allies might be scarce for her. 6... Recall what you''ve learned; it''s not a highly advanced society, and there''s a clear hierarchy. 5... Magic exists in this world. 4... You now possess magic, something known as Morthos''s Touch. 3... Be mindful, your emotions govern this power. 2... Concentrate on the things within your grasp. 1.. This is just another role to play. She opened her eyes, she was met with the curious gaze of two sets of blue eyes. The sunlight now bathed the marble chamber in a golden glow, indicating it was well past noon. In front of her, two basins filled with swirling metallic silver caught her attention. ¡°I apologize for the spectacle. Please, clean this up and draw me a bath,¡± Seraphina gently spoke, opposite of what she felt. The maids exchanged glances, their confusion evident as they glanced at the peculiar liquid. "Princess, what of..." They trailed off, their voices faltering as they glanced back at the basins, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Sensing their hesitation, Seraphina paused, recalling Susan''s cautious avoidance of the swirling water. It was evident that this was a secret that needed to be safeguarded. Stolen story; please report. "Don''t tell anyone. Bottle it up and hide it. Protect yourselves with leather gloves and handle it discreetly," she instructed firmly. Both maids nodded in understanding, a sense of relief washing over Seraphina as she watched them comply without resistance. She slipped out of the sheets as Eve moved to the mirror hiding the bathroom and Susan disappeared past the guards. Seraphina trailed behind Eve, quietly observing her movements. The maid, with her long black hair cascading down her back, stood a few inches taller than Seraphina, though her uniform seemed ill-fitted, hanging loosely from her slender frame. Despite this, she moved with a grace that belied her awkwardness in the oversized dress. As her gaze lingered on Eve¡¯s figure, the maid blushed, shrinking herself under the weight of Seraphina¡¯s scrutiny. Fumbling for the mirror, Eve opened the door to reveal a room that took her by surprise. Her face scrunched up. Gone were the previous notions of modern bathrooms. The ideas of flushing and bidets disappeared from thought replaced by a chair with a pot tucked beneath, its purpose clear. Also instead of the familiar waterfall shower heads and glass walls, she was met with a large copper soaking tub and a small table filled with assorted soaps and potions. Leaning against the doorframe, her mind wandered, it was all the same embellishments as the bedroom and the emphasis on appearance, even in the bathroom struck her as excessive. Were looks that important to the old Princess? Seraphina sighed,she knew all too well the importance placed on looks, but the idea of constantly having your appearance follow you seemed unnerving and self-indulgent. Lost in her thoughts, Seraphina almost missed the quiet yelp that escaped Eve''s lips.Turning her attention to the maid, she saw Eve reaching for a red rock hidden among the potions in a clear pouch. In her attempts to retrieve it, Eve seemed to have burned herself, causing the pouch and rock to fall, scattering the expensive bottles. With a sharp intake of breath, Eve bowed her head, closing her eyes in pain. A pang of guilt shot through Seraphina as she watched, knowing all too well the hazards of serving powerful clients. With a soft click Seraphina found herself kneeling in front of Eve. She extended her hand expectantly and said, ¡±Show me.¡± Despite her confusion and fear, Eve hesitantly showed Seraphina her injured hand. With gentle care, Seraphina took the hand, flipping it over to inspect the damage. The skin was already blistering from the heat of the stone, indicating its danger. Seraphina glanced at the copper tub nearby, she tested the water quickly noticing its icy contents. "Here," she murmured softly, guiding Eve''s hand over the tub. Carefully, she cupped the water and let it wash over Eve''s injured hand. As she inspected the damage, she noted large blisters forming on the index, middle, and thumb. It was clear that immediate treatment was necessary. ¡°Do you have any antiseptic gel?¡± ¡°Princess, you shouldn¡¯t waste time. It was-¡± Eve began to protest, but Seraphina tightened her grasp, holding Eve¡¯s injured hand firmly in place. ¡°Stop, accidents happen. We must get you treated. Please, show me to the medical room.¡± Seraphina interrupted, as she began to rise to her feet. Eve followed suit, her expression helpless as they prepared to move. As they turned to move, Eve stopped in the doorway of the bathroom. ¡°Princess you can¡¯t go out dressed like that. People will talk,¡± Eve shook her head.Glancing down, Seraphina realized she wore a thin pink negligee and something that wouldn¡¯t earn her looks in her past but here, she shuddered at the thought. Depending on the politics, she could be branded something even worse than merely self-involved. "Fine. Let''s find something more suitable, and then we''ll head to the medical room," Seraphina relented, allowing Eve to guide her towards another mirrored door on the left. As it swung open, revealing an array of twenty or thirty different gowns, Seraphina felt a pang of apprehension about the choices that lay ahead. The Afternoon pt. 2 After what felt like hours and many of Eve¡¯s persistent protests, they settled on a simple choice: a purple silken gown with delicate lace sleeves and a matching lace cap. Seraphina tied her hair back with a purple ribbon, opting for something easy. However, with the amount of work to squeeze into the dress, she couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the nightgown would¡¯ve been more comfortable. ¡°Now, where is the medicine room?¡± Seraphina asked with a huff, smoothing out invisible creases. Eve, still cradling her injured hand, gestured towards the exit of the room. Just as they were about to leave, Susan stumbled into the room, carrying a large basket filled with cloth. Though with each gentle swing the distinct sound of glass vials clinked beneath the fabric. ¡°Princess!¡± Susan bowed her head respectfully, prompting Eve to stand by her sister¡¯s side, their hushed conversation not escaping Seraphina¡¯s notice. ¡°Please, I am going to help clean Eve¡¯s wound. We were on the way to the medic,¡± Seraphina asserted, meeting their gazes with determination as Susan stepped forward, closing the door behind her. ¡°Princess, there are rules you have to follow. Es-¡± Susan started, her tone deferential as she emphasized the word ¡®you¡¯. ¡°Stop. I will go to the medics. Please, continue cleaning up the bed,¡± Seraphina interrupted firmly, her authority ringing clear in her voice, I have to play the part. Susan bowed in acknowledgement, her compliance evident. Seraphina couldn¡¯t help but note the understanding in Susan¡¯s eyes; she knows, however Seraphina this time guided Eve out the room, passing by Susan as they made their way out the door. It was clear that winning the trust and allegiance of these two would be crucial in navigating this new role. As they exited the bedroom, she noted the absence of the guards, likely still occupied with this morning¡¯s guests. Stepping through the door, she found herself surrounded by towering ceilings and a spacious, elegant sitting room. It was a stark departure from the opulent marble chambers, adorned instead with lush furnishings, rich carpets, and a variety of textures. Hate bouquets adorned every table, while a pile of unopened letters gathered dust in the corner. Despite her curiosity, Seraphina resisted the urge to explore further. "Please, take me to the medic''s room," she requested, tearing her eyes away from her surroundings and forging ahead. This time, two French doors caught her attention, and she hurried to throw them open, more curious about the land. Gasping at the sight, she beheld a view vastly different from her own bedroom¡ªa scene of ivy-clad walls and trailing flowers, reminiscent of an ancient castle. Eve turned to the right, leading Seraphina towards a staircase, and she followed eagerly. The layout resembled that of old motels, albeit lacking the elegance. Descending the stairs behind Eve, Seraphina found herself stepping out into a sprawling garden. They passed by numerous servants and guards, all of whom averted their gaze¡ªa common occurrence, it seemed. Seraphina couldn''t shake the feeling that the previous princess had been prone to meanness as well. Determined to maintain her composure, she embraced her icy persona. "Good morning, sister," a voice called out to her right, drawing out the word ¡®sister¡¯ she watched Eve''s body stiffen in response. To her right, a path opened up to several archways, where a tall man leaned casually against one side. He tousled his short red hair and flashed a wolfish grin at some of the maids. "Brother," Seraphina replied icily, straightening her back and tilting her head to the side. His red eyes matched her one and she could feel the similarity. "It seems isolation did wonders for your temper," the man jabbed as he strode towards them, his gaze lingering on Eve. "However, it''s a pity I can''t borrow your maid anymore. Eve quite enjoyed her time with me." With a swift motion, he caught a strand of Eve''s hair, eliciting a yelp from her. Disgust welled up within Seraphina as she recognized the nature of the man. "I wouldn''t call it a pity," his eyes glinted with a shock that Seraphina leaned into, "but rather a joy to be reunited with her true master, don''t you think?" She stepped closer to the man, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she grabbed onto Eve and pulled her closer. The hair dropped from the man''s hand, and he straightened himself up, annoyed. "You must have sharpened your wit, brother," Seraphina replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she tightened her grip on Eve. "You seem to forget your place." Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. "I suppose isolation has made you less tolerant of sharing," he retorted, a look of disgust evident on his face. "But it seems it hasn''t taught you humility, sister. Have a pleasant day then, sister, Eve," he added curtly before turning and striding away to the left. Eve let out a sigh of relief. "Thank yo¡ª" Seraphina cut her off, enveloping her in a hug. Too many times had she felt exactly what Eve felt¡ªbound against her will, used without permission. She buried her head into Eve''s neck and whispered. "He will never be allowed near you again," she promised, her words firm. Tears welled up in Eve''s eyes, but she blinked them away quickly, putting space between the two. "Let''s go to the medic," Seraphina suggested, and together they navigated through several turns before arriving at a thick oak door. Eve knocked and opened it up and Seraphina covered her mouth overwhelmed with the cloying smell of herbs and decay. "Healer Kevler?" Eve whispered tentatively, stepping into the dimly lit room. It smelled of dust and dried herbs, an unpleasant combination that made Seraphina wrinkle her nose in disgust. As she entered, her eyes fell upon a figure buried under a pile of papers. The man looked ancient, with a beard adorned with crumbs and dried herbs stuck in various places. His bald head seemed to gleam under the lack of light. "Ahhh, Princess Seraphina, it is indeed a rare pleasure to have you grace me," the man greeted with a condescending smile, his eyes twinkling with concealed amusement. "How may I be of service to you today? Are you in need of my expertise to cure some ailment, perhaps?" He shifted slightly, causing a few vials tucked into his sleeves to clink together. Seraphina couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease as she took in the disarray of the room, with roaches scurrying over mounds of rotten food. "I..." she faltered, struggling to find the right words. It was evident to her that this man was no healer, and she doubted he could mend even a scratch, let alone cure an illness. "The Princess wanted to accompany me," Eve interjected smoothly, stepping forward to present her injured hand. "I had the misfortune of burning my fingers on a flame rock." Seraphina suppressed a sigh, silently hoping that the doctor would at least provide some semblance of competence. "Ahh, boils from the heat, no doubt," the old man remarked, inspecting Eve''s hand with an air of condescension. "Fear not, I possess a remedy of myrrh that shall alleviate your suffering. But first, we must address these wounds properly." With a slow and labored movement, he rose from his stool, prompting Eve to assist him around the corner. Seraphina followed, her patience wearing thin as she braced herself for what was to come. This room was equally in disarray, medicine drawers hung open as flies gathered in the corner on an unknown piece of flesh. Papers and scrolls were tossed to the ground and the only chair was full of fabric and metallic instruments. "If only I had been graced with prior knowledge of your visit, Princess, I might¡¯ve had a chance to clean up," the doctor patronized, gesturing towards the chaotic mess around. Annoyance simmered within Seraphina as she resisted the urge to retort, recognizing the veiled attempt to belittle her station. She maintained her composure, biting her tongue as the elderly man rummaged around for a needle, his actions dripping with arrogance. He found what he was looking for stabbed into the unknown flesh and Seraphina had enough. "Ahh, Healer Kelver," Seraphina began, her tone laced with disdain. "It would be most troubling if you were to administer that particular needle to my maid. Who''s to say your experiments wouldn''t inadvertently afflict her?" Her words carried a subtle threat, challenging the doctor. "Considering the state of your surroundings, one can''t help but wonder how you manage to locate anything amidst this chaos. There''s a possibility that your ''treatments'' could pose more harm than good." The old man bristled. "I can assure¡ª" "The assurance you provide is precisely the issue at hand," Seraphina cut him off, her voice steely. "At present, I find myself far from reassured. The unsanitary conditions of your quarters pose a threat to those who seek your aid. I demand you rectify this before tending to any further patients." The doctor''s mouth hung open in disbelief, his protests silenced by Seraphina''s unwavering resolve. He recognized the futility and instead bowed to her with a reluctant nod. "Of course, my Princess." "Excellent," Seraphina replied, her expression unyielding. "I expect significant improvements by tomorrow evening. Failure to comply could mean a reconsideration of your position, perhaps one more suited to the squalor of the city slums." Kelver''s brow furrowed, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in his features. "But my Princess, this workspace is integral to my methods." Seraphina''s gaze remained unyielding. "I believe a true healer adapts to the needs of those they serve." The doctor''s shoulders sagged slightly, a begrudging acceptance settling over him. "Very well, Princess Seraphina." Seraphina nodded, her tone softening slightly. "I appreciate your cooperation, Healer Kelver. Take two servants to help," With a final glance around the cluttered room, Seraphina turned to depart, leaving Kelver to contemplate the daunting task ahead. An Alternative Cure "Let''s get some honey," Seraphina suggested, turning to Eve as they closed the doctor''s door behind them. A glimmer of emotion flickered in Eve''s eyes, but before she could speak, Seraphina redirected their path, striding purposefully to the left. She spotted a servant carrying a large sack of flour and fell into step behind them. "Come, we''ll make a stop at the kitchen first." Their journey to the kitchen was marked by silence, Eve trailing behind Seraphina as they followed the servant through winding corridors. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted towards them first, signaling their proximity to the bustling heart of the castle. Seraphina''s pace slowed as they reached the kitchen entry, the lively chatter of the staff growing louder with each step. Standing in the doorway, Seraphina paused, absorbing the joyful atmosphere that filled the room. The clatter of pots and pans, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, and the laughter of the kitchen staff intertwined to create a symphony of warmth and camaraderie. For a fleeting moment, Seraphina allowed herself to be enveloped by the joyful ambiance, a memory from her youth bubbling up to the surface, something she immediately buried and focused on the scene. "Eli, I can''t have you lingering here," An older woman admonished as she bustled around the kitchen island. In the corner, a large grill sizzled with chicken, sending savory aromas wafting through the air. Nearby, a team of prep cooks deftly minced vegetables. Meanwhile, a bubbling pot of water simmered on the stove, ready for veggies. "But Lettie, just taste this one. Then I promise to leave," Eli, a tall man with bright red hair, pleaded as he followed Lettie around the kitchen. In his hand, he held what appeared to be an empanada, its golden crust glistening enticingly in the warm kitchen light. Seraphina¡¯s stomach growled, and she pursed her lips. "If I indulged in every culinary creation you thrust upon me, Eli, I''d be in a grave deeper than the lake," Lettie retorted, shooing him away with a dismissive wave of her hand. Eli, undeterred, turned his attention to the prep cooks clustered around the butcher block, brandishing the tempting morsel of food in their direction. Their laughter filled the kitchen, mingling with the grumbles of their head chef. Suddenly, a subtle shift occurred as one of the prep cooks glanced in Seraphina and Eve¡¯s direction. Instantly, the jovial atmosphere turned somber. The cook lowered her head, nudging her companion with her elbow. The cook looked up and immediately bowed, and soon, the attention of the entire kitchen was focused on her. "Princess Seraphina," the head cook greeted with a respectful curtsy, her expression tinged with anxiety. Seraphina felt a pang of guilt as all eyes turned to her. Stepping into the kitchen, she noticed a few servants discreetly making their exit. "Please, there''s no need for concern," Seraphina reassured them with a gentle smile, noticing how the tension in the room eased at her words. The cooks resumed their tasks, their chopping now much quieter and more controlled. "I''m here for some honey, if you have any," she continued, motioning for Eve, who promptly disappeared through a side door to retrieve it. "I apologize for not having it ready beforehand," the head cook interjected, stepping away from Eli, who lingered awkwardly in the background, trying to turn Seraphina¡¯s direction to her. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as he attempted to grab a box of oranges but fumbled, causing it to slip from his grasp and scatter its contents. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his foot where an orange had struck him. Lettie, the seasoned cook, rushed to his side, positioning herself between him and Seraphina. "I''m terribly sorry, Princess. Please, pay no mind to him. I was just-" Lettie''s voice trembled with anxiety, but Seraphina could sense the fear emanating from her. She bent down to retrieve an orange that had rolled a little farther away. "It''s just an accident. Is he all right?" she inquired, her tone soft and understanding, as she gestured towards Eli. Lettie turned to assess him, her expression filled with concern. Seraphina placed the orange off to the side and eyed the empanada. Her stomach still grumbled and she leaned over reaching between two chefs to pick up the piece. The cooks watched their eyes following her hands and she held up a finger winking. Neither Lettie nor Eli knew as she bit into the delicious morsel. The handheld piece before her boasted an aroma of chicken and mushrooms enveloped in a golden crust. Seraphina savored the warmth emanating from the center, a testament to its freshness. Despite the less-than-ideal surroundings, the taste was reminiscent of something she would have eagerly indulged in back in her own world. With a contented smile, she closed her eyes, relishing each flavorful bite. The prep cooks watched her with widened eyes, but let her polish off the entire piece. As Eve returned with a small glass brimming with honey, Seraphina was gently reminded of her initial purpose for visiting. She straightened her posture, and Lettie repositioned herself at her side, while Eli disappeared down another corridor. ¡°Princess, is there anything else I can assist you with?¡± Lettie inquired, her tone respectful. Seraphina shook her head, momentarily lost in her satisfaction. Then, recalling her earlier intention, she added, ¡°Actually, do you happen to have any clean cheesecloth available?¡± Immediately she disappeared back through the door Eve returned from. ¡°Go wash your hands with soap be careful of popping the blisters,¡± Eve nodded and turned to a sink off to the corner. Again Seraphina noted the lack of readily available water. "Here, Princess," Eve returned, presenting her hands. Angry blisters adorned her index, middle, and thumb, spanning both sections, yet the maid bore the discomfort with remarkable resilience. "I''m going to apply some honey to the blisters. It''s bound to be more effective than anything that old man could concoct," Seraphina declared, seizing a small spoon and gently drizzling the golden liquid over the wounds. Eve remained composed, though Seraphina detected the subtle clenching of her jaw and she leaned in to blow gently on the treated areas. Lettie returned, bearing a pristine white cloth, which she placed down with care. ¡°How will this help?¡± Eve whispered as Seraphina began to wrap the cloth around each finger making sure it wasn¡¯t too tight but secured well. Seraphina was surprised. Honey had been a method for wound care for ages, did she just invent something new? Her mind raced to concoct a plausible lie. "I witnessed a guard using honey on his wounds, and he recovered remarkably well. I thought we might give it a try, perhaps it''ll yield better results than the healer''s methods. We''ll change the bandage tomorrow. Lettie?" Seraphina¡¯s words spilled out of her mouth, hopeful Eve wouldn¡¯t object, prompting the cook''s swift response. ¡°Could you send this up to my room with more cheesecloth?¡± "Certainly, Princess. Right away," Lettie affirmed. "But in the future, it would be more appropriate for one of the servants to handle such requests." The cook eyed her and Seraphina felt the protectiveness of the head cook. She was a danger to the others, someone else to be won over. "Understood, Lettie. My apologies for the inconvenience." Seraphina sighed, casting a brief glance around the kitchen before bidding farewell and departing with Eve, returning to her chamber. A Plan "I would like to go to the library," Seraphina announced as they left the kitchen. Eve nodded and led her down a series of corridors, eventually arriving at two imposing oak doors adorned with intricate dragon carvings. Seraphina''s curiosity sparked at the sight, I wonder what secrets they hold. With eager anticipation, she pushed the heavy doors open, expecting the opulence of the sitting room. Instead, a musty odor greeted her nostrils, dampening her enthusiasm. The library was a far cry from what Seraphina had imagined. The once-grand space now resembled a neglected dungeon, with wooden crates cluttering the open floor on the loft area and books strewn across the shelves. Even the fireplace seemed to sputter in protest, emitting nothing but smoke. Seraphina wrinkled her nose in distaste, feeling a pang of frustration and pity. "It seems the library hasn''t been attended to in quite some time," Eve observed, bowing respectfully. "Shall I open the curtains, Princess?" As Seraphina ventured further into the neglected library, the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains cast eerie shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, catching the faint glimmer of sunlight that managed to penetrate the gloom. The shelves, once majestic and lined with tomes of knowledge, now sagged under the weight of neglect, their surfaces coated in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. The air carried a musty scent, a mixture of old paper, mildew, and decay, which tickled her nose threatening to make her sneeze. She found herself against the back wall, some of the better books lay scattered about in disarray, their spines cracked and pages yellowed with age. Some were piled haphazardly on tables, while others leaned precariously on tilted shelves, as if on the verge of collapse. Their covers torn and tattered, evidence of neglect and indifference. Despite the sorry state of the library, hints of its former grandeur peeked through the neglect. Intricately carved bookends adorned with faded gold leaf hinted at the craftsmanship of a bygone era, while ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling spoke of a time when this room was filled with the warm glow of knowledge seekers. As Seraphina moved towards the left corner into the library, she couldn''t help but feel a sense of longing for what could have been¡ªa sanctuary of learning and exploration now lost to the ravages of time and neglect. ¡°Damn it,¡± her fingers clenched. Books were her first chance, she could¡¯ve holed herself in her room claiming illness and read up on the history. Now she was forced to find alternative means. "Prince Alden, how can I assist you?" Eve''s voice reverberated in the quiet space. She sighed, how many children does this king have? Seraphina, sensing the need to play along, straightened her back and composed herself. She peaked out between the bookcases and watched as Eve bowed, her attention turned to the doorway. Seraphina observed the arrival of a younger man. He nodded to Eve and his eyes trailed to Seraphina. In that instant, an unmistakable curiosity flickered in his emerald eyes. This was not a place the Princess frequented. She held his gaze and gave him a slight tip of the head. "I heard your isolation was lifted. But instead of going to the city you¡¯ve decided here?" His voice, like the chiming of distant bells, filled the air as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his demeanor a blend of casual intrigue and genuine interest. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Seraphina''s lips curved into a playful smile as she met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed, dear brother, I thought I''d indulge in the tranquility of our home a bit longer before plunging back into the bustling streets of the city," she replied, her tone light and teasing. Alden chuckled softly, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his green eyes. "Ah, so you''ve decided to savor the peace and quiet before braving the chaos beyond our walls. Wise choice, I must say," he remarked, nodding approvingly. He took a few steps into the library and sat on the closest table. Eve had pulled the curtains allowing for more to the library to be revealed. Seraphina raised an eyebrow. "Well, you know me, always one for a bit of adventure. And what better adventure than exploring the hidden treasures of our own estate?" she quipped. Alden laughed in agreement, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. "Indeed, dear sister, our home is filled with secrets waiting to be discovered. However, I imagined you wouldn¡¯t be the one to find them," he mused. Seraphina smirked, feeling slightly relaxed. "Who knows, however, I doubt I will find them in the stacks of this refuse.¡± ¡°Your wit has grown with your time away,¡± He remarked, casually tossing aside the remnants of his orange and reclining against the table.The sunlight danced off the intricate patterns of his black and green attire, lending him an air of elegance that Seraphina couldn''t help but admire. As she drew closer, she couldn''t shake the sense of tension emanating from him, a stark contrast to his relaxed posture. Leaning against the table beside him, Seraphina observed her brother with interest. Despite his commanding presence, there was a softness to his features that set him apart from the other Prince. His slender frame accentuated from the tightness of his vest cinching his waist and showcasing his chest. Sensing her scrutiny, Alden shifted uneasily, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features as she studied him intently. With a sudden movement, he repositioned himself, his eyes meeting hers with a piercing intensity that caught her off guard. "You seem troubled," Seraphina remarked. Alden''s response was swift and sharp, his tone laced with suspicion. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his gaze narrowing with mistrust. Caught off guard by his defensive stance, Seraphina straightened her shoulders. "Merely observing," she replied curtly, her tone tinged with annoyance at his abruptness. "Don''t," Prince Alden sneered as he slid off the table, his abrupt departure leaving Seraphina with a sense of unease. As he stalked away, something caught her eye in the sunlight, casting a revealing glow upon his neck. There, just beneath his collar, was a dark bruise, almost imperceptible to most, but unmistakable to Seraphina. A sudden realization washed over her, accompanied by a wave of guilt. The bruise spoke volumes, a silent testament to the torment Alden had endured. It was a stark reminder of the harsh realities that surrounded them, a world rife with bullying and despair. The sun began to sink in the windows and Eve returned to her side. ¡°Princess it¡¯s almost time for your dinner with your mother,¡± Seraphina let her shoulder sink with those words. The odds seemed stacked against her in this case and she clenched her hands. How many more people did she have to fake to get a better understanding? ¡°I assume we¡¯ll have to change?¡± She joked, looking down at her dusty silken dress. ¡°Yes Princess, the dust isn¡¯t invited,¡± Eve gently said and Seraphina laughed, taking the woman¡¯s arm. Together, they walked back towards the bedroom. A Dinner This time, her attire was more elaborate, a stunning display of tulle layered over fabric in shades of blue and red. Two longer pieces cascaded from the back, creating a regal cape adorned with embroidered golden leaves and encrusted jewels. As Eve and Susan fussed over her dress, Seraphina caught sight of the freshly cleaned bed, adorned with crisp sheets and plump pillows. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her body, Susan had worked tirelessly to conceal the nasty truth and had yet to be thanked. "Thank you, Susan. Your efforts are truly appreciated. I realize I may have been a bit difficult before, but I''ve come to understand that ruling through fear isn''t the mark of a true leader," Seraphina said, clasping Susan''s hands warmly and bowing her head. Tears welled in Susan''s eyes as she sank to her knees. "It is my duty to ensure your safety, my Princess," Susan murmured earnestly. She bowed her head in reverence and Seraphina could feel the unbridled loyalty and kindness both had to offer. "Please, let''s move past formalities. Call me something else. We can be friends, can''t we?" Seraphina urged, gently helping Susan to her feet. Surprise crossed Susan''s features as fresh tear tracks glistened on her cheeks. "Your Grace?" Eve suggested tentatively, seeking confirmation from Seraphina, who responded with a warm smile. "Yes, a new me and you," Seraphina replied with a warm smile. The significance of her words took a moment to register, and both maids immediately dropped to their knees, embracing her waist tightly. Seraphina patted their heads as they clung to the tulle, sometimes a kind word was all that was needed. As they wiped away their tears, a renewed sense of determination seemed to fill the air, infusing them with newfound energy as they made their way to the doors with a spring in their step. ¡°Come, your grace!¡± They opened the double doors and this time heading the opposite direction. On her right more of the garden was seen and she could get a better idea of the castle as a whole. On first glance as she noted, there was an inner courtyard surrounded by the castle. It¡¯s three stories loomed over her and engulfed the garden. She knew her room sat on the north side as the sun never really left her room throughout her time spent. The kitchen sat towards the west side on the bottom floor where there was a service entrance and possibly a small farm, but she couldn¡¯t see in the corridors. Somewhere below her was the library on the northwest corner, and along the south wall was the entrance to the castle where the red haired prince came from as she had noted it had opened up beyond the pillars he was initially leaning on. Counting each door they passed, Seraphina estimated the vastness of the castle''s interior, surmising it housed upwards of a hundred rooms, not to mention the various bathrooms scattered throughout. The sheer size of the castle explained the extensive staff she encountered, each face new and different. Yet, despite the bustling activity, signs of neglect were evident¡ªthe gardens held untamed weeds, and dust settled on the stone railings, hinting at a need for care and attention. ¡°Susan, how many staff are employed in the castle?¡± She called as they began to ascend to the third floor. ¡°Your grace, do you mean just in the Tulip castle or in all the castles?¡± The information took Seraphina by surprise. How big was the city actually and the castles? If this place felt like the Palace of Versailles she wondered what the other castles looked like. ¡°Both,¡± Seraphina¡¯s reply faded as as they ascended the stairs, the air seemed to shimmer with anticipation, and upon reaching the summit, they stepped onto a breathtaking outdoor patio. The large space was covered with a soaring arched roof, its expanse adorned with gleaming glass panels that afforded a view of the star-studded sky above. In the center of the patio stood a grand dining table, its surface gleaming in the soft glow of ambient light, from the surrounding floating crystals. At the head of the table sat a striking older woman, her regal presence commanding attention. Seraphina noted the simple dress with only a few embellishments. However even with the lack of adornment, the woman was striking her white hair and blue eyes reminding Seraphina of an icy lake. What caught Seraphina¡¯s eye was the large swirling gem that sat in the soft hollow of her neck. It sat firmly adorned with gentle green vines intertwined to look like lily leaves. ¡°My daughter!¡± The woman exclaimed, her voice echoing with both joy and longing as she opened her arms wide, her eyes bright with tears of happiness. Seraphina moved towards her, playing the dutiful daughter, and they held each other tightly. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. ¡°Mother,¡± Seraphina murmured softly, feeling the warmth of newfound motherly love. ¡°I''ve missed having you grace these halls, my dear daughter,¡± her mother confessed, her voice trembling with emotion as she held Seraphina at arm''s length, her gaze filled with love and regret. ¡°I pleaded with your father to release you, but his stubbornness...¡± ¡°Mother, please,¡± Seraphina interjected gently, placing a comforting hand on her mother''s arm. ¡°Let¡¯s not dwell on the past. My time in isolation has brought me clarity and new found strength.¡± she smiled sliding into a chair beside her. ¡°Tell me everything that has gone on in my absence.¡± Seraphina''s mother smiled warmly as she signaled for the first course to be served, her demeanor graceful yet tinged with an undercurrent of concern. "I''ve been hearing some promising reports lately. The orphanages seem to be managing well, which is a relief. I had hoped to visit them soon, but alas, my current state of fatigue may delay those plans," she remarked, her expression momentarily clouded with worry. "And as for the state of the castle, well... It''s been rather disheartening to witness the lack of attention from the staff. With you confined and Catherine attending to her own matters, it''s become increasingly challenging to ensure proper upkeep." Her words seemed pointed and a few servants bowed their heads no doubt to hide a smirk. Seraphina listened attentively, her mind already spinning with thoughts of the castle''s internal affairs and the implications of her mother¡¯s absence on its functioning. So, the princess was a sort of guard dog. As she nibbled on the salad, her senses detected the telltale signs of neglect in the wilted leaves and lackluster presentation, this must¡¯ve been what the chefs had been preparing. She dreaded the rest of the meal. "And what about you? I heard you had a couple of visitors from the stables..." The queen''s voice was playful, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she glanced at Seraphina from across the table. As the next course¡ªa chilled vegetable soup¡ªwas served, she leaned in, clearly enjoying the moment. Seraphina couldn''t help but chuckle at her mother''s teasing tone. "Yes, well, they were quite forgettable," she replied with a sly grin, playing along with the banter. "Oh, the joys of youth!" The queen exclaimed with a hearty laugh, leaning back in her chair as she reminisced. "I remember when I was your age, the adventures and romances, even within these castle walls!" Her tone was lighthearted, filled with the warmth of fond memories. "Just be careful not to let your father catch wind of it. You know how he can be." "Of course, mother," Seraphina replied with a knowing smile, sharing in the playful exchange. They sat together in companionable silence until the next course arrived¡ªa monstrous sight that made Seraphina inwardly cringe. As she attempted to discreetly dissect her new meal, she broached a different topic. "Mother, I''ve been curious about the library. I couldn''t help but notice its lackluster collection," she mentioned, hoping to steer the conversation toward something else. The queen''s expression softened, her eyes clouding with nostalgia. "Ah, yes. Your father had plans to convert it into his new office, but those plans fell through, especially with opposition from Lady Verdanzia," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "It''s a place I dearly miss. I spent countless hours reading to you and your brother there." A wistful sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the empty seat across Seraphina. ¡°I think that¡¯s wonderful. Mother, how about I finish that project, and while I¡¯m at it, what do you think of me helping you just until Catherine comes back?¡± A new plan began to emerge. Her mother looked at her for a moment, dubious of the authenticity of her words. ¡°I think that¡¯s a lovely idea. It will be good to see you challenged, this place takes so much from you dear. Look at me, and your brother, off to find some cure that doesn¡¯t even exist,¡± her words tinged with a deep sadness. Seraphina reached out to her grabbing hold of her wrist and the older woman smiled fondly. She lowered her fork and placed her other hand on Seraphina¡¯s. ¡°I truly believe the isolation helped me find myself again Mother. I want to help and get this place back up just until Catherine is back.¡± Her words are honest and true with a hint of self serving nature. This would give her a plausible reason to begin searching for information as well as supporting the woman beside her. They finished up dinner and she kissed her mother¡¯s cheek. ¡°Tomorrow let¡¯s go for a walk in the garden,¡± Her mother grinned, grabbing onto Seraphina¡¯s arm. A few servants started to protest but she held up her hand silencing all. A smile tugged at Seraphina¡¯s lips. ¡°Of course mother! You can show me everything you do! Goodnight,¡± She turned both Eve and Susan standing tall. ¡°Goodnight oh daughter of mine!¡± Her voice echoed and a pang of sadness circled in Seraphina¡¯s stomach. Hopefully, she could be the daughter that mother needed for the time being. Late into the Night They traveled back to Seraphina''s wing in silence, the moonlight their only light, the wheels in her mind turning with calculated precision. How to extract information from Susan and Eve without raising suspicion? Playing the innocent might evoke protective instincts, but asking too many questions could betray her lack of preparedness. She needed to return to her roots, to channel the cold, commanding presence of her own mother. Seraphina recalled her mother, a formidable figure who commanded respect from all who served under her. Flowers and gifts often adorned her path, tokens of admiration intertwined with fear. It was manipulation, subtle yet potent. Same game, different rules, the words ingrained in her. The first step was gathering information. She needed to prepare the staff for change, and already rumors swirled about the morning''s events, her altered demeanor, and the impending shift in power. "Your Grace," Eve''s voice snapped her back to the present. The maids opened the doors, and Seraphina stepped through, her mind already mapping out her next moves. "Eve, can you light the crystals, and Susan, help me into something more comfortable," Seraphina instructed, a faint glimmer of excitement dancing in her eyes as she headed towards her bedroom, already untangling the gems from her hair. Susan moved ahead of her, while Eve whispered incantations, gradually illuminating the room with a soft glow. "Your Grace," Susan responded promptly, retrieving a freshly pressed satin nightgown adorned with delicate lace embroidery. "And a robe, please," Seraphina added, deftly untying the corseted bows of her dress. As Susan rummaged for the robe, Seraphina slipped into the closet, shedding her attire. Her reflection in the mirror captured her attention, and for a fleeting moment, she couldn''t help but marvel at the flawless complexion she now possessed. Her old body bore the marks of forgotten battles, scars etched into her skin, a testament to her past. She found herself reminiscing about her previous appearance, the familiarity of her black hair and green eyes, now replaced by a new visage. In her youth she always wished she was someone else, a friend, co-worker; their lives seemed much more mundane and carefree; now she was worrying about the potential betrayals of servants and her own royalty status. ¡°Susan, you never answered me earlier... About the amount of staff hired?¡± "Apologies, your Grace. In each castle, there are approximately seventy-five servants, although this number can fluctuate slightly depending on the preferences of the household head," Susan began. "Then, of course, there are the kitchen staff, comprising about ten members, including the head cook. Some of them also assist with tasks on the farm when they''re not busy in the kitchen. As for the gardeners, we initially had a team of twelve, but they resigned not long after..." She trailed off momentarily as Seraphina slipped on the nightgown, her expression pensive. "Please, Susan, speak honestly," Seraphina encouraged, her gaze steady. Susan took a deep breath, nodding. "They resigned after learning that your punishment was lifted," Susan confirmed, her words tinged with a hint of disgust. Probably due to the Princess¡¯s proclivity to anger. "Additionally, there are the guards¡ªboth the queen''s guard and the tulip guard¡ªtotaling around fifty personnel. Then, we have messengers, courtiers, and various other staff members, adding up to approximately twenty-five more. However, we''ve experienced a significant loss of staff, with some departing for other castles and a lack of new hires..." Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. "So in total, if we were fully staffed, 172. What is the current count?" Seraphina''s voice held a note of concern as she awaited Susan''s response. "125, your Grace," Susan replied, her head bowed respectfully. Seraphina clicked her tongue in disappointment. "The staff that left were due to being fired or asking to transfer," Susan added, providing further context. ¡°And it seems we¡¯ve been unable to hire for quite some time.¡± "Find the names of the staff members who quit or left on their own accord," Seraphina instructed, her tone firm. With a decisive nod, she turned on her heel, prompting Susan to follow suit as they made their way back into the sitting area. "Yes, your Grace," Susan affirmed. As they reentered the sitting area, the crystals cast a mesmerizing glow, casting intricate patterns of light against the rich hues of the room''s furnishings. Seraphina couldn''t help but be momentarily captivated by the sight, the ambiance reminiscent of a luxurious hotel stay in Marrakech¡ªa memory from a past life that momentarily flickered through her mind. "Also, I want you to keep your eye out for those who aren¡¯t doing their jobs," Seraphina continued, her voice regaining its assertiveness. "They seem to have grown accustomed to not working. By a week''s time, that should be corrected." ¡°Yes your Grace,¡± Susan nodded. Eve appeared beside her sister as Seraphina sat at one of the desks and adjusted the placement of a large bouquet towards the side. ¡°Throw away all these gaudy bouquets, and take a handful of servants to the library. I want you to lead on cleaning it out. I also want you to schedule a meeting with that red haired boy from the kitchen, tell him I want him to make me breakfast.¡± Eve bowed and Seraphina looked out the window beyond the roiling hills. A large mountain sat stark against the idyllic hilly landscape. ¡°We¡¯ll take our leave then.¡± Susan and Eve said in tandem causing Seraphina to realize again her lack of societal rules. ¡°Yes, please have a goodnight and see you tomorrow.¡± She waved and they silently exited through a side door behind a curtain. She watched for a second and surveyed the room again. ¡°Damn it,¡± hissed through her teeth. The frustration and emotions of the day finally released through her clenched jaw. She wanted a drink, she needed alcohol; however, the lack of faith in the food didn¡¯t make her prospects of finding something remotely good appealing. Somehow everything seemed backwards, she could feel the role she had to play but every choice defied her moral obligations to just being a better human. She pressed her hands into her temples trying to beat back the hunger headache. The empanada was a faded memory and she truly dreaded having to use the chamber pot. Slowly her shoulder sank and her head hit the table. She looked to the right and the stack of letters glinted in the faded light. She debated for a second but moved to the stack. Within seconds she sorted them out by name. Altogether there were five stacks, one stack from the king, a few from a man named Lucien Fenier, a handful from Darcy Chastain and Bruno Chastain, and the last two looked like miscellaneous notes from different businesses. She immediately opened one of the two letters from the king. Dear Seraphina my sweetest, I understand you might not understand my stance on imprisoning you. However, ordering the investigation and harassment of Lord Verdanzia had put me in a delicate situation. Your lack of proof for treason only solidified my stance of your brash and unbecoming nature as a Princess of Valeria. I think it is best for you to stay there for six months at most. Remember my sweetest, I love you. Your Father King Aldrich 270 EV Punishment unlocked, You¡¯ve gotten a deeper understanding of Princess Seraphina. Memory complete 2%. The words flashed across Seraphina¡¯s eyes much like the screen in the Death realm. Only this time it was a video player screen this time with a timestamp of 280 EV attempt five. She hesitated for a brief second before looking around. Beyond the screen silence greeted her. She tucked herself against a corner of the wall and turned the volume down low hitting play. Memory Unlocked I stood watching as guests entered and names were called out: Lord Ellsworth, Lord Balrict, Lady Yenn, Lord this and Lady that the names continued as noble after noble entered fake smiles and grins. Disgust contorted my face as I sneered as they didn¡¯t mask their envy towards the crown. They were greeted by towering marble columns adorned with intricate carvings of tales long lost, their surface gleaming under the soft glow of magic chandeliers floating carelessness beneath the freshly finished painting of the war with the Dragons. The air was filled with the enchanting melodies of the live orchestra that played beside me. Another chandelier floated by obscuring my view. The music weaved between the bodies and space, adding to the sickening joy of the nobles. The vast expanse of the ballroom floor stretched out beneath me, their richly clad bodies dancing on the polished floor. A sea of red below me as bodies moved gracefully gliding across in synchronized steps. If only father knew where his loyal aristocracy lay. Clusters of plush velvet couches and intricately carved wooden chairs provided comfortable seating for guests to rest however their respite was used for deals and secret trading. At one end of the ballroom, stairs where her father would enter and the dance would begin in earnest. Above, towering windows stretched from floor to ceiling, their panes adorned with intricate designs of the royal kings in history staring down at the cesspit of over indulgence. I watched as my target entered. ¡°Lord Verdanzia the Second and his graceful wife Lady Verdanzia,¡± two figures dressed completely in red stood at the top of the stairs entrance. They gracefully entered the room, the pinnacle of greed. "Susan, fetch the evidence," I commanded, my voice laced with simmering anger as I prepared for the impending confrontation. With a determined stride, I made my way down to the grand foyer, my heart pounding with loathing. As I approached the ballroom entrance, an usher hesitated at the sight of me, torn between duty and allegiance. "Ceras, take a break," a voice called out behind me, dripping with false sweetness. The usher scurried away, clutching his magical crystal tightly and with it the possibility of being announced. My fists clenched at my sides as I struggled to contain the seething resentment bubbling within me. "Princess Seraphina," the voice continued, drawing out the final syllable of my name with calculated malice. "Where is your escort, dear sister?" I whirled around, ready to unleash my pent-up fury upon her. As I turned, all eyes fell upon me and my sister, Princess Elaira, who stood there with a wicked grin, her arm intertwined with that of Lucien Fenier, once my most trusted friend and protector. I tried to catch his eye, but he avoided my gaze with practiced ease, further fueling the flames of my rage. Elaira''s grin widened, relishing in my turmoil. She skipped by me with glee only pausing enough to kiss my cheek. ¡°Don¡¯t forget to say happy birthday to my Grandfather,¡± she hissed and danced away the curtains parting to reveal the couple. ¡°Princess Seraphina,¡± A few ladies called to me and I brushed them off as I followed, catching Susan nodding off from the wings. I entered the ballroom suddenly feeling in control for the first time. --- Seraphina''s stomach churned with disgust as the final scenes unfolded before her eyes, mirroring the grim fate outlined in the ominous letter. Despite her efforts to shut off the video, the screen stubbornly remained, revealing a series of additional clips, each culminating in the same outcome. It was as if the Verdanzia family held an advantage at every turn, outmaneuvering her at every opportunity. Each video detailed different paths to her imprisonment, while they were at different times over different things. The only similarity was the Verdanzia family; they were the ones always there with grinning faces closing the door. The video that had gotten her into this mess was the most mundane, the Princess had somehow tied the staff that had left, to a known spy ring and blamed Lord Verdanzia as keeping an eye on the Royal Family. Obviously, the Lord had refuted that and claimed harassment from the Royal Family causing her imprisonment. ¡°Damn it,¡± she banged her fist on the marble table, she was in a den of vipers and the Verdanzia family were the most venomous. She imagined her father and all the men surrounding him, each client and event she was forced to go to. ¡°So be it,¡± a flame of determination began to burn. They miscalculated her, she had always lived like this being the illegitimate daughter of the Godfather of crime. She turned her attention to the second letter opening it up. My daughter dearest, I know I haven¡¯t heard a response, but I would love to wish you a belated Happy Birthday. I know that it falls during your imprisonment but I want to make that up to you instead. Ask for anything a Birthday wish only I can provide to you! Your father, King Aldrich 270 EV A smile crept up her lips. This would be a blessing and something she would have to use soon. She opened the rest of the letters. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Dear Princess, I hope this missive reaches you in the best of spirits. It is with great anticipation that I reach out to propose a meeting between us at your earliest convenience. There is a matter of significant importance that I believe would greatly benefit from your esteemed attention and insight. I am confident that the venture I wish to discuss will be of mutual benefit. Your expertise and wisdom would be invaluable in shaping the course of our collaboration. Please let me know a time and place that suits you, and I shall make all the necessary arrangements. I eagerly await the opportunity to further elaborate on this matter. With warmest regards, Cecilia Ravecrest Seraphina read the letter, putting it off to the side. In some of the videos she watched there was a young woman who would wear the same broach as the seal. In the videos this woman would sometimes support her or the Verdanzia family, either way she would hang in the shadows of the ballroom or court. She would be hard to forget as she was one of few aristocrats with animal ears sticking out of their heads. Large tawny bunny ears with golden chains hanging off them and blending into brownish blonde hair were the most memorable. I want to hear what she has to say, she thought moving onto the next set of letters were from Lucien Fenier. My Dearest Princess, I trust this letter finds you in good health. Allow me to convey to you the latest developments in the ongoing conflict between the Toman Empire and the Jecheonguk Theocracy. The situation remains tenuous, yet I am pleased to report that our recent endeavors have met with success. Through cunning strategy and bold maneuvers, we have secured several victories against the forces of the Jecheonguk Theocracy. Our troops have proven themselves valiant and resolute, striking decisive blows against the enemy''s ranks. However, we must remain vigilant and steadfast in the face of adversity. The Theocracy''s resolve remains unyielding, and they continue to muster their forces for further engagements. Though our recent triumphs have bolstered our morale, the road ahead is fraught with peril and uncertainty. It is imperative that we remain ever vigilant and prepared to face whatever challenges may lie ahead. I shall continue to keep you apprised of any further developments in this matter. Rest assured, my loyalty to you and our kingdom remains unwavering. Yours in secrecy and solidarity, Lucien Fenier Seraphina¡¯s eyes widened as she opened the next. My Dearest Princess, I trust this correspondence finds you in the embrace of safety. It is with a heavy heart that I must relay the current state of affairs regarding the conflict between the Toman Empire and the Jecheonguk Theocracy. Recent events have seen a shift in the dynamics of the ongoing war. While the Theocracy has made advances in certain regions, our forces have not faltered in their determination to defend Toman homeland. Through strategic planning and unwavering resolve, we have managed to hold our ground in some coastal towns. The Theocracy''s aggression knows no bounds, and they continue to deploy ruthless tactics in their quest for dominance. We must be prepared for a possibility of the Theocracy¡¯s move to launch an attack on Valeria. Rest assured, my loyalty to you and our kingdom remains steadfast and unwavering. I hope to write for a better update. Yours in secrecy and solidarity, Lucien Fenier Rapt with attention she opened the third and final letter from Lucien. My Dearest Princess, I write to you with a heavy heart, burdened by news of a recent tragedy that has befallen our kingdom. It is with great sorrow that I must inform you of a devastating attack on Seastone. Under the cover of night, enemy forces launched a ruthless assault, catching our defenses off guard and inflicting significant damage upon the city. I write this to inform you of my failure to uphold the serious task you left with me and my knights. The streets once bustling with life and commerce now lie in ruin, the once proud structures reduced to rubble and ash. As your loyal servant, I have been working tirelessly to coordinate rescue and relief efforts, providing aid to the injured and displaced, and striving to restore order amidst the chaos. I however ask for an advance on your support this month. Our priority now is to secure the city. The King of Toman will be sending a few men our way but he has his own battle with his troops on way to Jecheonguk and I will go with them to support the best I can. Please know that you are foremost in my thoughts and prayers during this trying time. Your unwavering leadership and guidance are a beacon of hope for us all.I will continue to keep you informed of any developments as they arise. Until then, may the light of hope shine upon us and guide us through the darkness. With deepest sincerity and devotion, Lucien Fenier Her mind raced with the influx of new information, swirling thoughts painting a clearer picture of the kingdom''s intricate landscape. With a deep breath, she cast her gaze beneath the letters, discovering a trove of financial records. These documents hinted at her past methods of maneuvering funds, yet they bore dates before her imprisonment. As hunger gnawed at her stomach and a persistent headache throbbed between her temples, she could do no more tonight while everyone slept. Snagging Lucien''s letters and the financial records, she tucked them securely into the folds of her robe. With purposeful steps, she made her way to her bedroom, pushing open the door. A Learning Experience As Elijah pushed open the door to the storage room, a sense of awe washed over him. He had never before encountered the Princess, let alone on two consecutive days. While he had heard whispers of her infamous temper, he hoped that today would be different, that fortune smiled upon him. He thought of the maid who hurriedly knocked on his door after he spent the night hunting for truffles. Carefully slicing off a slab of butter from the roll, Elijah''s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open behind him. A sense of authority filled the air as he looked down to see a manicured hand reaching gracefully for the spinach below him. With a mixture of surprise and deference, Elijah watched as the Princess herself stood before him, her delicate fingers delicately grasping the spinach from the lower shelves. Silently, he observed as she gathered two large peppers from another shelf and turned to him. "Mushrooms?" Her voice reverberated gently in the confines of the storage room, each syllable carrying a sense of curiosity and grace. Elijah, mindful not to meet her gaze directly, lowered his eyes and silently pointed to another shelf where the mushrooms were kept. Sensing his reluctance to engage, she lifted her arms laden with vegetables. ¡°A little help.¡± "Of course, Princess," Elijah responded respectfully, nodding as he reached past her to retrieve a few small mushrooms. In the small room the scent of citrus hit his nose. He took shallow breaths avoiding her purple skirt. As he pulled back he grabbed a small handful of the brown fungus. ¡°Grab 6 eggs as well and lets go,¡± Elijah nodded, feeling confused, he moved to the back closer to the freezing ritual. He grabbed a wooden tray filled with the right amount of eggs and brought it back. Together, they made their way out of the storage room, placing the gathered ingredients on the kitchen island. Elijah observed in quiet admiration as the Princess deftly wielded the knife, slicing through the vegetables with a precision and fluidity that conflicted with Lettie¡¯s previous assumptions. He couldn''t help but think of Lettie, the older woman who might be fretting over their unexpected collaboration. She was always worried about him ever since the day they met. The wings on his back twinged in their sheath. However, as he stole glances towards the Princess, she was fully engrossed in her culinary task, meticulously preparing each vegetable with practiced precision. Something he never expected the princess to have. "Start the fire and butter the pan," her command came over her shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. Elijah''s attention shifted to the large cast iron pan resting off to the side of the stove. With careful movements, he placed the iron on the metal slab at the center of the fire circle. He pressed his finger to the edge of the circle and it pulsated red heating up. Using a scoop of butter, he expertly coated the heating pan, marveling at the novel idea of infusing vegetables with butter. The enticing aroma that began to waft from the pan only heightened his anticipation for this new creation. "Crack the eggs," her voice, tinged with enthusiasm, prompting him to grab a wooden bowl off to the side underneath a shelf. He deftly cracked them and the golden hue reflected the light. As he moved to the side the butter sizzled and suddenly the princess threw in the mushrooms. He watched her grab a wooden spoon off the wall and began to stir. What were her thoughts, who would cook the mushrooms like that? Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. "Princess?" Elijah''s whisper cut through the quiet of the kitchen. His gaze drifted towards her, finding her with lips pressed into a thin line, fixated on the sizzling pan before her. Clearing his throat, he dared to catch her attention. But as her eyes flickered towards him, he found himself ensnared by the intensity of her gaze, her one eye a mesmerizing swirl of purple and red that seemed to pierce through his very being, ransacking his soul for secrets. Memories of childhood tales flooded his mind, stories of aristocrats with red eyes and their greed for fairy wings. Elijah instinctively lowered his head, unable to withstand the weight of her scrutiny. "Do you have a question?" Her voice, tinged with annoyance, shattered the uneasy silence, and Elijah felt himself shrinking under her piercing gaze. ¡°Reading minds isn¡¯t a forte of mine,¡± The warmth creeping into his ears betrayed his discomfort as he realized she was baiting him into conversation. ¡°Why are you frying the mushrooms without the spinach shouldn¡¯t you put it all together?¡± He looked at the ingredients off to the side then to the princess. ¡°Because the spinach will wilt faster than the mushrooms and the eggs will cook faster than them all together with the cast iron,¡± She motioned all around and stirred the fungus. He leaned back thinking of all the times he cooked, she was right on the rare moments when he fried spinach it would shrink much faster than the peppers or tomatoes. His eyes widened as he watched her pinch a bit of the salt used around the edge of the butter and mixed it in with the spinach. Without thinking he followed suit with a quick finger around the edge and to his mouth. "Salty," he remarked, scrunching up his face in distaste, prompting a deep, infectious laugh from the princess. His own lips couldn''t help but curve upwards at the sound of her laughter. "It''ll enhance the flavors of the food. Do we have any black pepper?" she inquired between giggles, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "Yes, it''s over here," he replied, moving to a bag hanging on the rack by the storage door. Gathering a handful of corn, he prepared to add them to the pan. However, before he could do so, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, her eyes widening in alarm. "No, no. Fetch the mortar and pestle from over there," she instructed, motioning towards a nearby counter. Following her guidance, he retrieved the utensils and watched as she deftly combined the spinach with the crisped mushrooms. Dropping the peppercorns into the mortar, he began to grind the spice. After a few moments, he brought the bowl of freshly ground pepper over to her. "Grab two bowls," she directed, and he nodded, turning to comply as he heard the sound of liquid sizzling in the pan. In mere seconds, the princess had expertly portioned off the mushrooms and spinach and folded them into two large egg circles. As he brought the bowls over, she lifted the heavy cast iron pan, scooping the omelets onto the plates with a satisfying plop. Setting the pan aside, she moved to sprinkle the freshly ground pepper over the dish. With a sense of anticipation bubbling inside him, he turned off the stove, the tantalizing aroma of the omelet filling the kitchen air. Hunger gnawed at his stomach and he stood off to the side. ¡°A few more things we need.¡± The Princess grinned. A New Position Seraphina led the two towards the garden, a large blanket tucked under her arm and a plate in either hand. Behind her, Elijah balanced drinks and a couple of apples for the meal. They passed by a few trees, their leaves whispering softly in the breeze, until they reached a majestic willow on the edge of a serene pond, hidden behind a small hill. Despite its slight overgrowth, the garden exuded a captivating beauty, with colorful blooms and lush foliage surrounding them. From the weeds, it had been at least a few weeks since the gardeners were fired. "Here, lay the blanket out," Seraphina instructed, dropping the blanket and stepping aside. Dragonflies danced lazily above the water, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. It reminded her of the trees at her family¡¯s estate, a place where she had gone to be alone. A pang of loneliness hit her, it had been a decade since she had used that tree. Maybe this could be her new spot, she thought wistfully. Behind her, she heard Elijah unfold the blanket, but her stomach growled impatiently. Thoughts of the omelet filled her head pushing aside nostalgia. The rustling behind her was the only thing holding her back. To distract herself she looked to her right, and in the distance through a winding walkway, the garden opened up into a larger field where figures could be seen running laps. A training field, perhaps? The thought intrigued her as she watched the individuals moving back and forth with purpose. It dawned on her then¡ªdid the castle have guards? The memory of the two stationed at the door yesterday morning flashed in her mind, prompting her to ponder further. "Princess,¡± Elijah''s voice shook her from her thoughts. Seraphina turned to find the blanket laid out neatly, with glasses and fruit arranged in the center. She settled down and began placing the plates, while Elijah stood nearby, hands clasped behind his back. "Come, the best way to discuss business is over a shared meal," Seraphina declared, adjusting her skirt. Without hesitation, she retrieved a fork hidden in the waistband of her skirt and took her first bite. A burst of warmth and flavor flooded her senses. This is what she needed, she sighed to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed Elijah''s reaction as he also took his first bite. His face transitioned from confusion to pure bliss, and he eagerly delved into his meal, barely pausing between bites. "Princess, where did you come up with this idea?" Elijah marveled between mouthfuls. "The spinach blends perfectly with the crispy texture of the fried mushrooms. It¡¯s such a filling dish, and the hint of salt on my tongue is divine. Is this why you insisted on having water?" He took a long sip from his glass. He continued to ramble about the dish, finding new combinations and ideas. She continued to eat, taking bites in between answering his questions. She took a sip of her water, finishing with a content sigh. ¡°I have an offer, something you can choose not to do,¡± she paused and watched as he began to adjust his position. He cleared his throat and his eyes looked around and took another sip. ¡°I want you to be my new head chef over the Castle and my personal one.¡± "Ahh, Princes-" Elijah started, but Seraphina interrupted him with a raised hand. She suppressed the urge to playfully tease him, noticing the blush that tinted his cheeks, matching the hue of his hair. However, his avoidance of eye contact and his fidgety movements betrayed a deeper vulnerability that reminded her. As a princess in this realm, she knew the power of authority far better with her previous role as the right hand to the Godfather of crime. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Nothing of that sort, please," she said with calculated sweetness. "By becoming my personal chef, I aim to mentor you. The pastry you prepared for the staff yesterday; it was delightful. I want to provide you with the opportunity to experiment and explore your creations." She turned to face him, noting the flicker of interest in his green eyes as he studied her. Their gazes met for the first time, and she could sense him scrutinizing her, searching for any sign of deception. Without flinching, she held his gaze until he averted his eyes. ¡°What about Lettie?¡± His voice trembled at the opportunity. She could sense the loyalty between the two. It was evident with their shared looks and the way the older woman protected him. She admired that, she needed that. ¡°She¡¯ll be taken care of. There are plenty of open positions in the castle. But you have to know, this position isn¡¯t without its loyalty. If you accept this position I¡¯m putting my trust in you. You¡¯ll be privy to some of the biggest culinary secrets,¡± she leaned forward embellishing the truth. Just a little lie. "Can I think about it?" Elijah''s expression betrayed his uncertainty as he glanced at Seraphina. Sensing his hesitation. In an impulsive move, she decided to play her hand. "Will you think about missing this opportunity?" she countered sharply. "You can continue fumbling in the dark if you want. I''m offering you a chance to learn, to grow. You either take it or leave it." With a calculated gesture, she reached for an apple and rose to her feet, towering over him. "The Queen will need breakfast soon, and I have a busy day ahead." Elijah''s resolve wavered. "Okay, I''ll do it," he relented, scrambling to his feet. With her back to him she grinned. A normal meal every day would indeed be a vast improvement, and she would ensure Elijah proved useful in more ways than one. ¡°Good, your first request is an omelet for the queen and mince and fry the garlic. Then move your belongings into my wing and your training will begin. I¡¯ll draft a contract for you to sign.¡± Seraphina bit into the apple a feeling of achievement filling her. ¡°Yes Princess,¡± She could hear Elijah gather the blanket and glasses and she walked away almost breaking out into a skip. Win! Her mind jumped and she grinned, gaining a few double takes from a few different servants. With a contented sigh, Seraphina headed towards the library, excitement bubbling within her. Her next step was the library to check on the progress. Passing through the inner courtyard walkways, she observed the old doctor directing servants in a flurry of activity, clearing away decades of dust that had accumulated on the floor. "Good," she thought to herself, relishing the change in the air. Continuing on, she entered the northern wing of the castle, her steps echoing in the hallway as she explored the rooms. Out of the five doors she opened three were large sitting rooms with doors leading to bedrooms and offices about the same size as her own room. The other two were large offices filled with old paintings and dusty crates. She noted them for later and continued to the library. The sound of voices drifted towards her, as she got closer. Eve''s voice reached her ears, followed by a plea directed at Prince Alden to leave while they cleaned. As she rounded the corner, Seraphina spotted the familiar figure of the man from yesterday, leaning casually against the doorway. Eve stood nearby, looking up at her brother with a mixture of determination and frustration, mentally urging him to depart.