~Chef Dermen~
I walked into the dining hall carrying a platter of food. I didn’t normally serve at meals, but I wanted to have an excuse to be in the hall to observe Izzy’s dinner with His Majesty.
I had tried to talk her out of it, but she said we couldn’t go against the commands of the king. She was right, but I didn’t know how well she already knew His Majesty.
I knew they had spoken the day that Isabelle found out the truth of the country, and I had a feeling that they had spoken since. I just didn’t know how much, Isabelle wouldn’t talk about it with me.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw what she was wearing. Where did she get that? It was all too clear that the pink princess gowns she favoured when she was little, were completely gone now. Now she was wearing a very sophisticated purple dress.
“Ah Chef Dermen, spying on our dinner are we?” His Majesty asked with a smile. I was shocked. He had clearly been spending time with Is, before he couldn’t tell sarcasm from fact.
“I am afraid I don’t know how my daughter will act at such an event,” I said with a pointed look at Isabelle.
“Dad,” she whined. “I’m fine. I promise I wont embarrass you.”
“Why don’t you sit down with us?” Harold ask gesturing to an empty seat next to Isabelle with his full wine glass.
“Thank you, but I’m good. Maybe I will join you for dessert?” I said placing the platter in from of His Majesty.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” King Michael said. I bowed my head slightly and went back into the kitchen.
When it came time to give them their main course, I entered the dining hall again with two other servers.
I plastered a fake smile onto my face so that the King wouldn’t notice my dismay at him meeting my daughter. Or not exactly meeting her, but having permission to talk to her.
The smile was gone though, when I noticed the direction of King Michael’s gaze. I’m afraid to say it wasn’t always on Isabelle’s face, but lingered on other places on her body.
“My lord, I would like to finish eating dinner with you if you will still have me,” I said placing his pasta down in front of His Majesty.
“Yes, yes, of course. You may sit next to your lovely daughter,” King Michael said smiling at her. I bowed my head, even though he didn’t notice and sat next to Isabelle.
His Majesty could play at being king as long as he wants, but he’s still a teenaged boy. Until this point I have not been able to protect my Isabelle from other boys who might be pursuing her, I might as well start now.
But it may be difficult to keep her from my own king.
~Isabelle~
Dad sat down and joined us part way through dinner. He kept glaring at Mikey, and I wasn’t quite sure why. Mikey was just talking to me, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Maybe Dad just had a problem with Mikey that I never noticed before.
“Thank you for letting me join you my lord,” Dad said standing up long after desert was finished. Mikey and I had been talking, Harold and Dad hadn’t said much. I managed to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him. ‘My lord’ really? This isn’t the seventeenth century or something.
“Thank you for allowing me to enjoy the company of your daughter,” Mikey said waving off Dad’s bow.
Dad glanced at me then shuffled of towards the kitchen to clean up.
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I am the King, Right?
RomanceMichael Zanaya was crowned king of Arsom when he was only four. His father recently died of cancer and his mother disappeared when he was little. 13 years later, how can Michael deal with being one of the youngest kings with his Uncle Harold as adv...
