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38: DO YOU LIKE HER?♥️

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DO YOU LIKE HER?♥️

The little prince dismounted his horse alongside his aide, Octavia afore the royal manor and stared at the letter in his hand. The envelope, it was green which was the colour of the Draco Kingdom. It was a letter of petition. It was written boldly on one side of the green envelope with black ink. It meant that the court had summoned the emperor. He turned towards the entrance of the first Prince manor -who the emperor. He strode towards it with Octavia just behind him and came into the manor, received by Peter, the butler who paid obeisance to his title and led him into the receiving area. He waited until he sat before speaking to him.

'My Lord, Do you perchance want to have an audience with my Lord?' Peter asked him.

'Yes I do,' the little prince said.

'Well My Lord, the emperor is not in at the moment. He has gone to the armory for a royal inspection,' he informed him.

'Oh, that,' the little prince said. 'I forgot even when I was the one who sent him there,' he mused.

'But I shall send word to him that you await him My Lord.'

'Do so, I shall have to await him for the information I bear is crucial.'

'Shall you need anything my Lord? Tea? Refreshments? Food?' Peter asked him. He began to shake his head but stopped short.

'Lunch,' he said after a moment of thought. 'Now that I think of it, my aide and I have had nothing to eat since the morrow,' he told Peter. The butler smiled at him.

'I know you must have been busy with Linamine affairs My Lord, but still, you should not skip breakfast. You might skip any other meal but not breakfast,' he chastised. 'Your aide should have made sure of that,' he turned to Octavia who smiled apologetically.

'I am sorry Peter. I forgot to care for my master,' she apologized.

'Please do not let this happen unless it is inevitable.'

'I shall listen to you.'

'That is good,' he told her. 'I shall get the kitchen to arrange a sumptuous meal for the both of you. Lunch shall soon be served. Shall your escort join you my Lord?' he inquired. 'Or shall I secern her?'

'She shall sit with me at my table,' he said to Peter who nodded. Anyone present would have thought Octavia was his lover for he treated her as an equal. It was an honour to sit with the Prince at his table.

'Yes My Lord.'

'Peter?' the little prince called as the butler turned away. The man turned to him once again.

'My Lord?' he answered.

'Remember that she is a vegetarian Peter,' he said then.

'I have yet to forget that important piece of information My Lord,' Peter told him. Then, he left to do as he had told them. The little prince turned to his aide who was standing beside him the moment Peter left.

'Octavia,' he called her, beckoning for her to come forward with his hands. She did so.

'My Lord?'

'Please find me a maid named Jaele,' he said to her.

'Jaele,' Octavia repeated and he nodded. 'Shall I bring her to you when I find her?' she inquired.

'No Octavia, do me a favour and study her keenly. Ask about her if possible and gather as much information as you can on her.'