Transcending Fate (Transmigrated to an Otome Game)

An Evening with the King

Alaric woke to the soft glow of evening light filtering through the curtains, the fatigue from their journey having claimed him completely.

The toll of the travels had left him famished. He rang the bell beside his bed, and a servant appeared promptly.

"Could I get something light to eat?" Alaric asked.

"Of course, sir," the servant replied politely before departing to arrange a light refreshment.

Alaric walked to the window, gazing at the beautiful garden below, its vibrant colors sparkling in the evening light. A knock on the door startled him from his reverie. A butler entered, bowing respectfully.

"Good evening, sir. I am here to inform you that tonight you will be dining with the King in honor of your arrival. Both Prince Lucian and yourself are invited."

Alaric nodded, trying to mask his nervousness. "Thank you. Could you also send for my attendant, please?"

"Certainly, sir. They will be here shortly."

Soon, Fibi, his attendant, arrived and began arranging an outfit suitable for the evening. Among the several dresses designed for different occasions, they chose a white and light blue ensemble that matched Alaric’s eyes. As Fibi neatly dressed his hair, she couldn't help but comment, "You look beautiful, young master."

Alaric smiled. "Thank you, Fibi. It's your magical hands."

Fibi blushed slightly, pride evident in her eyes. A knock sounded at the door, and Fibi opened it to reveal Prince Lucian, looking dazzling in a black and blue outfit with subtle gold accents. The sight made Alaric momentarily dazed.

"Young master, if you need anything, call for me," Fibi said before bidding farewell and retiring.

Lucian, entering the room, saw Alaric sitting at the dressing table. The outfit highlighted Alaric’s features beautifully, making Lucian’s heart race. Maintaining his composure, he asked, "Shall we head for dinner?"

Alaric’s eyes widened slightly but he nodded, moving towards the prince. They walked side by side, the head butler of the palace leading the way, while Lucian’s special attendant followed closely. After several turns, they reached a set of huge doors which the servants promptly opened for them.

The dining hall was as lavish inside as it was outside, with a huge table at its center. Lucian took the seat to the right of the main seat, and Alaric sat beside him. Soon, an announcement of the King's arrival was made, and the King took the central seat.

Lucian greeted the King with a simple nod, but Alaric, unsure of the protocol, stood and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle, recalling a scene from a TV drama. This elicited a chuckle from the King.

"Ha, it's all right, young lad. Just sit and enjoy the dinner."

A slight blush crept over Alaric’s face. Now that he saw the King up close, he noted the man’s strong body, silver hair, and youthful energy despite his age.

Intrigued, the King asked about Alaric. Alaric introduced himself properly this time, managing not to embarrass himself. Lucian reassured him with a warm glance.

The King's sharp eyes moved between Lucian and Alaric. "Shall we start dinner? I am quite hungry."

As if on cue, Alaric’s stomach grumbled loudly, causing the King to burst out laughing. Alaric, now completely red, lowered his head in embarrassment. He looked like a kitten who had been playfully scolded.

Lucian placed his hand on Alaric's, his thumb gently rubbing in reassurance. The touch calmed Alaric’s nerves, even as it made his heart race. Food was served, distracting Alaric from his embarrassment, though the feel of Lucian’s hand lingered, stirring unfamiliar emotions.

The dinner proceeded smoothly, with Lucian and the King discussing official matters. Alaric noticed the absence of the kingdom's crown prince, whose name eluded him. The dinner ended with the King complimenting Alaric’s refreshing personality.

Lucian excused himself to discuss further confidential matters with the King in his study. He glanced at Alaric once more. "Good night."

Back in his room, Alaric hugged his pillow and let out a small scream of excitement and confusion. He called for Fibi, who chatted with him, lightening his mood. Yawning, Alaric felt sleep pulling at him.

"Young master, you should sleep. Tomorrow is an important day," Fibi reminded him.

Alaric nodded, like a child fighting sleep. Fibi gently closed the door and left. Alaric slept deeply and peacefully, anticipating the events of the following day.