The day the Privilege of Servants to Make a Wish
The days passed in a blur that Seira lost count of the days she spent in the palace. After that day when she accidentally spilled the coffee, she was moving very carefully around the prince and her fear doubled as soon as she was holding a tray, especially coffee. That incident really got to her. Her conversation with Bella and Almira about the Altors didn't open again. But despite her inevitable strained self, she was rather calm inside knowing that Mary and Laila were safe.
Seira clasped her hands together as she stayed in the throne room of the palace together with all the servants including the male servants waiting for the king to step in. It is the day the privilege of servants to make a wish to the king will be held. She didn't know that it was today not for Bella who tugged her into the room. Thankfully, the prince was still not coming home since the day he ordered her to hack his horse. How she wishes he didn't arrive home until she leaves.
The throne room made her speechless as soon as she entered the room with Bella, Lana, and Almira. The room screamed elegance and power. It was so spacious and there was no furniture. The walls are the same as the hallways, an elegant design was crafted. Its ceiling was glass and had drawings of seven stones in different colors connected by a line that formed a circle. A gorgeous woman with white wavy hair was drawn in the center. It was Iike looking at them but she felt to her. She moved a little to the side due the unsettling feeling. In the front, an imposed stage was located with two red and gold oversized, bejeweled chairs inside the palatial room.
A cold hand like her brings her back from her thoughts. She turned to her left only to see Bella smiling at her; holding her hand. She smiled back, holding Almira's hand that was on her right. The four of them grip each other's hand as the double door flings open revealing a man with dark brown hair, wearing a luxurious suit and a serious expression.
The women and men in the room gasped at the entrance of the man along with an old man with a white cloak. Two royal guards, standing equally intimidating, stood up near the small stage as soon as the man stood in front of the chairs.
An overpowering aura fills the room, doubling the tense atmosphere. Everyone has the same thoughts playing in their mind—the man is the king—Emmett Rehan Nathrezim. Some women compared the man to the prince and they all came to one conclusion, the aura and power of the crowned prince were way more better and domineering than the man.
"Good day to all of you" Rehan started. He was not really cut out in doing formal announcements. It was far from his attitude. Not to mention the serious and judging faces of the servants. He badly wanted to go down to the position of a king.
"To celebrate the festival for our goddess, Silvra, the palace made a tradition to give one servant a chance to state his wish before the celebration. Whoever will be chosen will make his wish granted" He glanced around. His eyes spotted Seira whose face contorted in shock. A smirk appeared on his face, recognizing her as the woman in the stable the other day.
Seira's brows furrowed as she stared at the man in front. Wow. There are a lot of coincidences happening to her. The man she met in Herstings was the prince and the man she asked for help in the stable was the king.
The old man wearing a white cloak, hiding his face standing near Rehan, held out a white paper. The old man bowed before pulling out his hand as soon as Rehan took out the paper.
"This paper had magic that determined who was the servant most deserving to receive the privilege to make his desire into reality," said Rehan, showing the paper.
The servants in the room stared intently at the paper with their hearts pounding, praying to be their name to show on the paper.
Soon after, black writings gradually appeared in the paper. Everyone held their breaths. As soon as the name formed, everyone made a sigh of disappointment, sadness, and distressed expression aside from Bella and Almira who hugged Seira happily who was too shocked to move. Lana didn't bother to move or glance at Seira.
"The chosen servant was Seira," Rehan announced. He mentally chuckled when Seira was pushed by Bella in the center. A rush of red covers her face.
Seira dropped her head promptly; standing properly at the center. She was not used to the attention. No, she doesn't like attention at all. It feels like they are going to discover her secrets. She bit her lower lip to suppress her shaking.
Rehan notices the shaking of Seira. He walked towards her and made the other servants widen their eyes. "Did you successfully hack the horse?" he asked jokingly to make the woman less tense. He wanted to see her annoyed face again.
"Huh?" Seira raised her head, confused as to why Rehan would ask her about it. She then pursed her lips, creasing her brows "Yes, Your Majesty" her voice had a slight sarcasm.
Rehan chuckled, amused by the annoyed expression of Seira. He was truly amused at how a servant like her can have a gorgeous face despite contorting her face. "State your desire—" he noticed the black ancient writings on Seira's wrist; taking it abruptly. His face became serious.
"You're a servant of the prince?"
Seira reluctantly nodded "I am, Your Majesty"
"You're not included in the servants who have the privilege"
The servants gasped, confused, and delighted as Seira's name vanished into thin air and was replaced by another name. The screams of the women in their line echoed in the room.
She scurried to her position earlier, completely baffled by the turn of events. Why was she not included in the privilege?
The woman who got the privilege wished to have a lot of money. The old man asked the woman to follow him, and they left the room right away.
Rehan takes one last look at Seira before leaving the room with the guards. He was surprised that the woman was a servant of Kyrian. The woman belongs to him, which means only Kyrian can make decisions for her. Not him, or not anyone. What belongs to Kyrian was him only. It is the absolute rule in the palace. He chuckled, feeling a little disappointed to know the woman was a servant of his cousin.
Seira quietly walked with Bella and Almira with her. Lana left already without telling them.
"That's shocking," Bella said to break the silence.
"Yes, it is," Almira seconded.
Seira sighed "It definitely is"
Almira chuckled while Bella laughed to the loud exhalation of breath of Seira, shaking their head "You looked like one"
Seira pouted that made Almira finally laugh.
"Maybe that was what the other girl talked about last night. You belong to the prince, not to the palace like his butler Sebastian" Bella muttered.
"That old man never, not even once went into that hall for this day. And I finally understand that now, because he was a servant of the prince only, his not a servant of the palace unlike us"