To Belgravia Coven

"Seira!" Bella walked briskly towards Seira who was about to turn to the hallway. The prince was back and she just delivered the meals in the kitchen and was about to go back.

She turned around and waited for Bella to get near her, who was holding a letter in her hand.

"Thank goodness I saw you here cause I don't want to climb those darned stairs again when I just came down" Bella rolled her eyes, holding out the letter.

"Ms. Cora said to hand this letter to the prince"

Seira takes the letter. There was a name on the back of the paper—ZADICUS GRAEME.

"Okay, I'll hand it over to him," she said with a smile, putting the letter on the pocket of her dress.

Bella nodded before waving at her and walked away.

She bowed as soon as she entered the room. Walking towards Kyrian who was busy reading papers again. His brows knit together; sleeve cuffs rolled up to his elbows; the upper three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. Her eyes traced his hand holding a paper. There was no bandage bound into it but a small round circle was visible.

Faking a cough, she put her hand on the pocket to take out the letter "A letter was—"

She was cut off by the loud ringing sound of the telephone on the table. Her hand suspended in the air.

Kyrian set down the paper he was reading, taking the telephone to his ears. The serious voice of his butler with slight urgency came on the other line "My apologies for interrupting your work, Your Highness but a crucial occurrence take place in the Belgravia Coven last night—it was attacked"

"Did you identify the perpetrators?" His voice was sharp and deadly.

"Yes, Your Highness. A member of the Wrakcrucia Armies. Lady Dorothea was asking for your presence as she had something to show you "

Kyrian grabbed the phone and put it back without responding. He smirked. The Wrakcrucia Armies finally made a move—the only thing he was waiting for. He stood up; picking his gold lighter with a skull carved on one of the front sides of the small metal on the drawer of his table.

"Prepare my carriage, I have something to settle to" he ordered nonchalantly.

Seira stared at Kyrian with wide eyes; frowned brows, confused "Right away, Your Highness" she uttered.

The moment she turned around, she bit her lower lip. She should've asked how and where that damned carriage was! Her tense self made her speak out instinctively.

"Nevermind" she mumbled, sprinting on the stable silently hoping that the equine caretaker was there to help her. Carriage needs a horse, so it makes sense if he knows where the carriage was or how the grounds of it worked.

An old man wearing a black jumpsuit; white shirt with a brown hat was in the stable holding a haylage. Panting, she moved towards the old man in an awkward gait. Blisters. Until now her foot can't handle the shoes that she always had blisters on the back of her heel. The tightening of her thigh from running like her life depended on it adds up to her difficulty in walking.

"Are you Mr. Herman? I hope you are……" she looked up, the scorching sun of midday hit her "and good afternoon, the prince needed his carriage right this instant" urgency was evident in her tone.

"Good afternoon and I am Herman" the old man replied, chuckling at Seira's obvious twitchiness; walking to another direction away from the stable.

"Thank goodness" Seira exclaimed, breathing a moment of relief.

"You can go back to the Prince, I will hack the vehicle myself there, young lady" a thin and calm voice of the equine caretaker assured.

Seira made a quick bow "Thank you, really!"

Herman shakes his head, laughing at Seira who runs in an instant back to the palace. "That young woman was like someone I know" he murmured, preparing the fine crafted black carriage with gold crafted designs. A personal carriage for the prince himself. Being chosen as a caretaker of the horse of His Highness and carriage was his greatest accomplishment in his life. Such a fine vehicle was an absolute pleasure to someone like him to handle but he was getting old, he needed to find someone who would replace him and be able to manage the soon to be princess carriage.

Seira opened the door of the office "The carriage—" the room was empty, holding her head a little. That man must be in his room. With heavy footsteps, she trudged to his room.

Just as she was about to open the door, it pulled from inside. The impassive face of Kyrian greeted her. She hastily bowed, biting her lip from embarrassment "The carriage was being—"

Kyrian started to walk away, holding his coat.

"Prepared," she whispered. She immediately followed on a rather safe distance for her—more than 2 meters. If only she could distance at least 6 metres it would be good. 57 miles will be so much better! —the distance of her town from the palace.

As soon as they reached the front porch, a carriage was already hacked. Seira stared at the well made, no, the right word would be exquisite vehicle. Wow. The gold designs in the body were stunning. The way the iron coiled around and formed lines and patterns was splendid. Its metal gold colored four wheels was also a sight. She wanted to clap her hands but she held back herself.

"To Belgravia Coven" said Kyrian who got inside the open door of the carriage.

A coachman wearing a red thick dress with gold buttons on the center that reach the hem partnered with leather plain boots and a red hat with black on on the top part with a serious expression bowed at Kyrian "Understood, Your Highness"

Seira bowed, stepping at the side but her brows creased when the vehicle didn't move. The coachman was already sitting on the driver's seat. Okay, what does this man still need?

"Why are you still standing there? Get on the damned vehicle" the annoyed and sharp voice of Kyrian came, making her instinctively point to herself.

First, she was shocked. Aside from the deadly and cold voice of his, she didn't hear any emotion in his voice ever but today she hinted a slight annoyance. Second, why is he telling her to get on? Hold on….

"I beg your pardon?" She pointed to the vehicle and back herself, not willing to say the question allowed.

"You're my servant aren't you?" Kyrian sneered. The dumb woman was really getting on his nerves.

"But I—" Seira tried to reason out but defeatedly bowed in the end; walking on the driver's seat, sitting in the space next to the coachman until the vehicle moved. There was no point in reasoning. She was a servant and the one she was serving was superior to her. She knew that very well. The knowledge made her gripped the hem of her dress, dropping her head. Being on a trip to the goddess nowhere means she needs to confront the capital again. A defeated sigh came from her as her pulse raced at the thought, dread slowly creeping to her.

'Well in the first place why does she need to be here?! Argghhh! Let me stay there!' she thought.

If only she can jump from the vehicle. She shakes her head to the crazy idea before covering her eyes from the blinding sun rays and sweltering hot.

"Best wishes for me" she mumbled to herself.