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?"
yes, your highness. I am as fit as an aged fiddle." He
his arm out and touched the shoulder of the
He was walking rather quickly, following after the head maid that was rushing other maids that served in
Osmond." Jesting shouted to the
Mr. Jesting." The footman
the boy, he walks like a dancer with two left feet. I don’t know whose bright idea it was to have him carry wine
footman with two left feet!"
fiddles are still 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. Will you be wearing shoes
kind of question is that? Of course we will be wearing shoes Jesting." Roland turned around and resumed the walk to his
and princess had played in the rain, in the gardens, barefoot! It was not absurd for him
search for stones and anything
his sons for lunch in the royal observatory, far away from the ears 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 of their two
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
Lord Alexander, a man so wealthy that wore golden cufflinks that competed with the sun in shining. Aside from his sons, at the battle were
opinions of trusted men ans they diced the two
Read The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress Chapter 329 - The hottest series of the author Icutecat
In general, I really like the genre of stories like The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress stories so I read extremely the book. Now comes Chapter 329 with many extremely book details. I can't get out of reading! Read the The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress Chapter 329 story today. ^^