Only You

Chapter Eight

Sois Belle a sa façons- Unknown

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"Come in"

A young boy walks in slowly, shaking as he closes the door behind him and approaches the voice in front of him. The closer the young man gets the more he starts to shake, chills running down his spine when a pair of ice-filled eyes look up at him as he gets closer.

"Y-your Grace, y-you called for m-me" He manages to stutter out, bowing down quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Reports please," The man says, rolling his eyes at the pathetic boy in front of him. Although he detests the old man, he wishes his advisor Charles could come back from his vacation soon. The boy in front of him, as great of a replacement as he is, has been getting on his nerve with all the stuttering.

I didn't even harm him. The man thinks.

Realizing he isn't in trouble, the boy straightened herself and started to read off the weekly report. This gives the King a sense of pride. Even though his servants find him intimidating, they're still dedicated to their work and stay loyal. The boy finishes his report and looks down, waiting for the King's response.

"How is the plan for the orphanage library?"

"Ahead of schedule your grace"

"I will be visiting by the end of this year, I'm trusting your word."

"Yes, my king," The boy says nervously.

"Leave me be." With that, the boy leaves quickly out of the room.

After a few minutes, the king stands up blowing out the only light source in his office. He walks through the hallway, making his way to his private library towering and scaring off any servant that passes by him. When entering the library, the king picks up the books that he has not yet finished. However, tonight he could not read in peace.

"Your Grace, I have news from advisor Charles," The boy from earlier says, walking in.

"Continue"

"He says he will be staying an extra two weeks because of some complications."

"Is he okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine just a minor inconvenience"

"Tell him he has a week," The king says, visibly irritated at the news. The color drains from the young man in front of him, fear and a hint of panic visible in his eyes.

"You can leave now" Snaps the king, controlling his anger. The boy scurries out of the room muttering apologies.

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Night falls, no light throughout the castle except for one in the servants' quarters. Silence, except for the little ushering of a few guards and servants not trying to get caught.

"Does he suspect anything?"

"When is advisor Charles coming?"

"I hate lying to him"

"When he finds out, we're dead"

"Everyone be quiet," The young male replacing advisor Charles says. "He doesn't suspect a thing and it's if he finds out. We are doing a good thing, trying to find him a wife so he can produce an heir and have a fruitful kingdom."

All servants smile at that thought again, thinking about how it would be nice for the king to have a wife, a family. Maybe he will start being nicer to everyone. Maybe he will become weaker.

"Sir Charles is going to speed up the process and by the end of the week, we will find ourselves amongst potential new queens."

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1 week later

The castle staff is in a straight line in one corner, and the ladies in another. The king scans the room and processes what his advisor told him. His straight face turns into a smile, a beautiful smile that seems to be rehearsed all the time.

"Who else knew of this?" Smile. Silence.

"I want to give you guys new positions, I'm not mad. Who else? Charles didn't do all of this himself." Smile. Silence.

Slowly the castle staff started to go up until there were nine. The king raised a brow, silently asking if there were more. Few guards stepped up and the young male who took over Charles's place for a while also stepped up.

"How interesting," The King says, the staff smile nervously waiting for their 'reward'. That smile turns into fear when the King's face suddenly goes blank.

"As I said, I'm not mad. I feel betrayed, you went behind my back and did that without my permission, now tell me did I say I wanted a bride? Did I say I want to breed? Does it look like I need any more baggage in my life?" His voice was still calm, cold, and laced with venom.

Before anyone said anything he turns to Sir Charles, "You, the only reason you aren't dead is that I made a promise but trust me, if it weren't for that, I would be slicing your throat the moment you step in the castle, with this whole mess behind you."

"You guys are all fired if it weren't clear. Meet me at my office to set up everything." He says calmly, leaving outside not acknowledging any of the dumbfounded girls.

On the other side, only two questions were running through her mind.

Why is he so mean? Why did no one tell me he was hot?