The Royal Command

Ch 1

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The sun shone vigorously as it radiated its gazillion rays onto the broad contours of the transparent windows, which were plastered with the finest Liberion gold antiques. The melodic songbirds were warbling your usual treasured composition that you've been looking forward to heeding during the typical family breakfast in the grand dining room. Such a piece of finery certainly deserves to be perceived meticulously. The tone of each note, the manner they portray, and most importantly, the ability for their angelic tones to lift a person's mood. And just as you thought that you'd witness the happiness of the elegant songbirds along with their spectacular performance, you feel the stench of failure.

Disbelief, along with a sense of trouble, altered the dining room briskly. Sounds of brief chatters and loud clacking of cutleries came to a halt as everyone stared at the head butler who went into the setting with the possession of a royal letter personally addressing the duchy family of the Yeager Dukedom.

"What...did you say?" Grisha uttered, commanding the head butler for repeatability. He had sat on the crimson velvet overlaying chair located in the width edge of the long rectangular white-clothed table. Now, his typically expressionless wrinkled face formed into a rare frown.

"Repeat that, butler." Zeke, with whom had ordered in a demanding manner, commanded, as his grip around the gold-plated spoon tightened, to which nearly dismantling it. It is quite a rare sight to see him behaving like this. As an heir of an influential dukedom, he was regarded by high society for being a feral dog of the prestigious Yeager couple, Duke Grisha and Duchess Carla., which was evident from his intermittent childish demeanor and constant absences in significant social gatherings. Rumors of your brother losing the right to the dukedom to Eren, your second older brother, and the next in line, were even spreading vastly during last year's Autumn Festival, to which my parents consider doing so. However, due to his impeccable knowledge of finance and management and his suitability to become an uncorrupted ruler, they decide otherwise.

"As you wish, master." The butler responded as he bent his straight figure into a ninety-degree angle and soon returning to his original stance. "Dear Duke, Duchess, and the gifted descendants of the Yeager family. The Empress had hoped that your fortnight had passed by with much happiness and- "

"Cut the bullshit." Eren deadpanned, which resulted in you calling out his name out of a warning. "Be respectful," You respond as you stared at the occupied plate of food ahead with eyes filled with nothing else but rage at the unbelievable contents of the letter.

"Sister, for once you mustn't fret of formalities, especially if her 'royal highness' who clearly has not shown any form of national advancement has-"

"Eren. If you don't want to be sued for treason, then I suggest you shut your mouth." You replied, sensing an eye roll succeeding from his utterly bored face. "Continue, Kruger." You gestured your vacant fingers to a back and forth motion, signaling for an immediate sequel. Subsequently, he notices and abides.

He clears his clogged throat, repositioned himself, and averted his gaze once more onto the crucial letter. "The Empress, thanks for the gratitude you all have shown as a representative of the holy imperial family during the banquet held by Sir Jean of the Kirstein family. In return, I would like to offer you all to dinner at the royal palace with the Ackerman-"

"Is this some sort of joke?" Carla, whose palms were endlessly sweating and shaking with rage at the inconceivably ridiculous suggestion, angrily spoke out with a volume as loud as a thunderstorm. "Did she forget of our feud with that abominable family, or is she questioning the authority we hold as Yeagers?! Dispose of this instant! Tell the royal messenger that we politely decline this controversial offer."