Harry's Visit
“A butler and maid for the Vandersar family.” Sent had disguised herself to be years older than she originally was. Who didn’t know Sent throughout the entire eight kingdoms? The backbone of Prince Bane.
Sent looked nothing like her usual self as she hit the road with Roger who only put on pauper’s clothes as he deemed it fit to look lowly enough to look like a butler.
“Wait here.” The servant at the gate went in to inform McGuire that after the notice he had put out for a maid and a butler in Magus, a pair had arrived to apply for the job.
“Both of them at once?” McGuire was a bit taken aback as he asked the servant at the gate who informed him of the arrival of the workers he needed.
“I don’t know if they are actually together, but they came at the same time. An advanced lady and a man in his thirties.” The servant explained to McGuire.
“And they are the only ones out there, right? Nobody has come to seek the job since I sent word out?” McGuire inquired.
The servant shook his head.
“Nobody sir. They all don’t see themselves fit to serve the Vandersar princes. Moreover, everyone is afraid to be in the way when Prince Bane hears of the lady Usylon and starts to attack the palace.” The servant said.
“I see.” McGuire chuckled with sarcasm.
“Okay then. Let them into the study at the entrance. They are not allowed into the palace yet. Let them stay there, I’ll see them soon.” McGuire said to the servant who soon set off back to the palace gate.
Sent secretly smiled at Roger as they entered the Vandersar palace.
The palace was prestigious, so prestigious, even Sent who had been living with Prince Bane and had experienced all manners of royalty could not deny that she was moved by the dignity that oozed out of the palace.
“Put up your best act, we must get this job.” Sent warned Roger while they waited for McGuire to come.
Two hours passed and Sent and Roger were still waiting.
“I’m losing it.” Sent started to complain.
“My Queen, that’s how it’s done. We as servants always have to wait for hours before we get what we want. I know you are not used to it but it’s part of the package.” Roger explained.
While Roger was explaining, McGuire entered the study.
Roger got up instantly. He had always been a servant so acting like one was not new to him unlike Sent who forgot to be courteous to McGuire.
McGuire gave Sent a second look before she realized herself and got up.
Courtseying, she greeted McGuire.
“Are you together?” McGuire asked.
“Yes…”
“No. I’m from Persia.” Sent revealed, sending secret signals to Roger to follow up in her lie.
“I’m from Magus, my Lord.” Roger bowed.
McGuire silently observed Sent and Roger, especially Sent.
After asking them a few more questions, he asked them to start work the following day.
Sent almost revealed herself because of how happy she was.
Meanwhile, Margaret and Barry had kicked it off pretty well with Larry trying to get conversant with Margaret as well.
A jealous Harry stayed away, brooding and staring at Margaret as he waited for an opportunity to be with her, alone.
The opportunity soon came.
In the wee hours of a fine morning, Margaret heard a knock on her door.
Given that she was already used to the Princes, Margaret didn’t bother to get up as she expected her usual friend Barry to be the person who had shown up with yet another excuse to visit her.
The door to Margaret’s room slowly swung open.
“Barry, what do you want this time?” A sleepy Margaret asked.
There was silence in the room.
“It’s not yet time for breakfast, isn’t it rather too early to be here? Your brothers will be jealous again.” Margaret still did not look up at the so-called Barry as she spoke because she was so sure that he was the person who had entered the room.
“Ahem!” Harry cleared his throat.
Margaret’s eyes blasted open when she realized that the sound of the person she heard was not Barry at all.
In fact, it sounded like Harry.
“Who’s there?” Margaret got up from bed urgently and looked at the door only to see the imposing first prince of Vandersar staring at her.
“Good morning.” Harry said with his usual baritone.
Margaret swallowed hard.
“Harry. Did you miss your way?” Margaret hardly ever spoke to Harry, so seeing him in her room was beyond her wildest imagination.
“No. No, I didn’t miss my way.” Harry’s expression was as stiff as usual as he spoke.
“Okay.” Margaret was half naked, so she dared not take off the quilt from her body as already, her sensitive parts were responding to Harry’s presence so close to her.
Harry could tell that Margaret was responding to his masculinity and being the egocentric young man that he was, he enjoyed it.
Since she refused to warm up to him naturally, he would force her to.
Harry stepped closer to Margaret and sat on her bed.
“What do you want?” A disturbed Margaret asked.
“You! What do you mean what do I want? You are going to be my wife in a couple of days. I have the right to visit you just like Barry.” Harry’s eyes pierced into Margaret’s yet again and the juices between her legs flowed like a river.
“Are you afraid of me or what?” Harry asked.
Margaret hesitated for a while and then she shook her head.
“No.”
“So, why do you keep avoiding me? Besides, you hardly talk to me. Ever. You like only Barry?” Harry asked.
At that point, Harry could not hide his jealousy from. Margaret anymore.
His body language told Margaret just how jealous he was, and Harry proceeded to touch Margaret’s exposed arm.
“Who did this to you?” Harry noticed a scar on Margaret’s arm and his eyes darkened.
Who dared to inflict such a deep scar on his wife to be?