The Chamber

The Boy wakes up after an unknown period with a crushing headache on his left side.

His whole body feels heavy. He feels as if there was a huge rock boulder placed on top of him.

The inside of his joints feels sore and tender, and his muscles are weak.

With each passing moment, the pain becomes even worse and he loses more strength rather than regaining them.

He groans while trying to open his eyes.

What he sees is only pitch black, no light, no anything. Even after his pupils have adjusted to the darkness, there is still nothing to be seen. The area is completely void of light.

Clang.

The Boy then tries to move his body but his arms and legs are held tight by something cold and metalic.

It feels like he is being restrained on a bed with his limbs cuffed. The type of bed is similar to those that mental asylums use to tie down their patients.

Right now, there is almost no difference between him and an animal waiting to be disected.

"Where am I?" He thinks to himself. "This is not my house. How did I get here?"

He tries to recall all the events that has led to this outcome. The last thing he remembers is the scenery of the classroom where The Class Rep and The Girl were arguing. And then the princess tried to give him a hug.

Lights went off after that.

"I was drugged." He came to a conclusion.

There was some sort of gas coming into the classroom if he remembers correctly. That was probably the main reason why he was out cold.

For something that can easily make a healthy person pass out only after inhaling a few seconds, it is no doubt a medical or even an industrial grade chemical.

A normal person would never be able to get their hands on something that dangerous.

The trouble and difficulties of something to that extend is not achievable with money only. You would need power and connections, too.

Luckily, The Boy knows the exact person who had all of those three aspects.

It is the princess.

In a white room on the outside, there are two people. The room is totally empty and painted with only white.

Strangely, the two people are talking infront of a completely blank wall.

"Butler, there is no need for the weakening gas anymore. He has been breathing that stuff for an hour now. I know it's safe but I don't want him to get any negative effects. He should have a bit of strength to do our marrital duties. Open the chamber for me after filtering the air please."

The princess says those words to her butler, who looks like a typical butler with grey hair, white mustache. He wears a black suit, black tie, and white gloves. He does not have any ornaments or accessories.

There was nothing special about him.

"Yes, my Lady." He immediately bows down and starts to meddle on a tablet.

With a flick with his index finger, a holographic image appears above the tablets.

The Chamber

The first letters show up and quickly fades away.

Next comes various numbers, patterns, charts with buttons and switches. With those, anyone with permission can adjust and tinker with The Chamber easily to their liking.

The Butler then tap on the options which read 'Stop weakening effect' and 'Filter' respectively.

The holographic chatbox pops up.

'Please wait 10, 9, 8,.....0. Effect stopped. Air quality normal.'

"My Lady, it is safe to enter, but allow me to go in first to make sure."

Checking the parameters, The Butler makes a proposal.

"Very well. Please do so."

The princess nods.

"Thank you, my Lady."

He then proceeds to put his hand on the white wall.

"Welcome to the Chamber. Please use retina scan to identify. Failed attempt will be notified to the main house and the persecutor will be apprehended immediately."

An electric female voice politely states.

Used to everything, the Bulter moves closer to the wall until there is only a centimeter distance.

Seemingly sensing the approach of the man, a small yellow light materializes.

A beam of soft yet unatural particles shines through the man's eye. After exactly 3 seconds, it shuts off.

"Please proceed. Have a nice day."

"Please wait a little, my Lady." The Butler says to The Class Rep.

Starting to lose her composure, the princess breaths in heavily.

"Please hurry up. I can't wait any longer. I need to see him. I need to see him NOW."

"Excuse me." The Butler pushes the wall. It moves backwards a little and then to the right. A darkness is revealed behind the wall right after. The man walks inside with no hesitiation. His back slowly fades.

Faster faster faster faster faster faster.

The princess's eyes becoming more moist with each passing second. Her heart rate keeps on increasing and she starts rubbing her legs together.

10 seconds passed.

The silhouette of The Butler reappears.

"It is safe, my Lady."

"Thanks, please leave." She cannot wait any longer.

"Of course."

He bows deeply and quickly moves outside of the white room.

Closing the only door that has a different color to the room, he thinks about what he should do tonight to celebrate the princess's graduation.

"I wonder if I should do something for the young chap as well. He will probably need something to boost his vigor. Hohoho. It's been a while since the last time we got such good news from our Lady."

The Butler smiles wholeheartedly.

"It is good to see her this much interested in anyone. The Lord is really worried about my Lady's love life afterall. Young chap, fear not, try your best for the Lady. Hohoho. It is good to be young."

The man takes out a phone and call someone.

"Yes, my Lord. It is I, the Butler. Yes, Ma'am. Yes. She got him. She is with him right now as we speak. Yes. I will prepare a meal for him afterwards. Yes. Thank you, Ma'am."

The looks on the Butler's face clearly say 'happy' after the call. Prior to that, it was something similar to a delighted feeling. Now, it is obvious that he feels lots of joy.

Through the phone call, the Master has stated that she was really pleased for her daughter's achievement and she would like to see her daughter. However, she understood the difficulty as her daughter was 'busy' at the moment so she would say congratulations to the princess later.

"Chefs. There is work to be done. Tonight, we celebrate!"

The Butler slams the door to the kitchen, shouting from the bottom of his lungs.

"Do you mean...?"

Someone asks. Everyone else stays completly silent. Only the sizzling of pots and pans are heard.

"Yes. She is."

"WOAH!!!!!"

The crowd goes mad.