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

stretched his arm out and touched the shoulder of the

them with silver wine jars on a tray. He was walking rather quickly, following after the head

Osmond." Jesting shouted

Mr. Jesting." The

right if I was not here. Look at the boy, he walks like a dancer with two left feet.

with two

until I cannot move my feet, hands and lose the ability of sight

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

the rain, in the gardens, barefoot! It was not absurd for him to assume that at some point, the couple

happened, they needed to search for stones and anything deemed dangerous in

and 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

shirt that Sigrid had personally designed for him. The first

a man so wealthy that wore golden cufflinks that competed with the sun in shining. Aside from his sons, at the battle were Galen, Lord Bailey,

men ans they diced the

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