Chapter 329: Lunch tastes like politics.

Roland returned to the royal castle rather quickly after funeral. He left before the coffin was lowered into the ground, whisked away at the sighting of a grass green snake slithering on the burial grounds.

Neither he nor his men noticed a moving shadow, escaping as the same time as they did after releasing the snake.

He strolled into the castle like a man on a mission and Jesting had no choice but to keep up with his energetic master.

"We have started making arrangements for the special welcome back dinner you instructed us to prepare for the crown princess your highness." He said through pants.

Roland heard the sound and he slowed down.

Relived, Jesting bent and took a deep breath. "I am getting too old for this." he muttered.

Roland turned around when the words skirted past his ears. He looked at his old butler with a modicum of remorse in his eyes. It was sometimes lost on him that Jesting was no longer the robust butler he once was. His neat silver hair was thinner than it used to be. He had a ridiculous mustache that curled at ends, having adopted to the style of other butlers in the capital.

His movements were slower and his hands shakier, with brown spots which were not there before. Roland could not help thinking that perhaps some fairy dew water could do some good for this faithful companion of his. That and retirement.

"Jesting," he walked back to the butler that had a hand on the wall and another on the cane. "Are you alright?"

highness. I am as fit as an aged fiddle." He

arm out and touched the shoulder of the butler. "Aged fiddles sometimes need to slow down

them with silver wine jars on a tray. He was walking rather quickly, following after the head maid that was rushing other maids that served in the dining

shouted to the young

Jesting." The footman

walks like a dancer with two left feet. I don’t know whose bright idea it was to

two left feet!"

fiddles I assure you. I will serve you until I cannot move my feet, hands and lose the ability of sight your highness. Now, on the subject of the special dinner. Mrs. Elowin has moved the venue from the courtyard to the gardens.

we will be wearing shoes Jesting." Roland turned around and resumed the walk to his chambers to

day the crown prince and princess had played in the rain, in the gardens, barefoot! It was not absurd for him to

or not it happened, they needed to search for stones and anything deemed dangerous in the

and eyes of nosy servants and prying eyes. It seemed that they were finally going to discuss the business that had brought them to Eldoria: the fate

on the velvet chair. He was dressed in a purple silk satin shirt that Sigrid had personally designed for him. The first two buttons were unbuttoned and a third was threatening to follow suit as it stretched in

form his sat Lord Alexander, a man so wealthy that wore golden cufflinks that competed with the sun in shining. Aside from his sons,

men ans they diced the

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