Recreation: Priscilla And The Flagbreaker Deity

Chapter 12: The Princess and her Servant

"Priscilla?!" Hadrian shouts as he attempts to rush towards her, cornered by the servant.

"Damn...fine, fine..." Cantaris says with a cocky smile. He lets go Priscilla in which she rushes by the pairs side.

The princess now staring daggers at the tactless servant, she could only imagine the possible scenarios her 'guest' had to deal with due to this servant that did not know his place. Perhaps it was a mistake on her part, Valia thought as she was about to storm on to Kanata.

"You wretched cur! You dare assault a noble of the Clandestinus realm!" Hadrian scowled out in outrage as he cradled Priscilla who from being upset and fearful had a really flustered look on her face.

"Hah! That woman is something else, there is something way off about her your highness, a cheer perhaps!" Cantaris retorts as he looks at the princess who to his surprise has a more angered expression on her much to his dismay.

"Sister Priscilla....." Percival mutters as he latches on behind her.

The guests await the princess' response. They know for a fact the way this servant talked, he must have felt something off about Priscilla, perhaps her blessing? A huge probability. Hadrian who hid Priscilla behind him now feeling dread, despite their status as royals Clandestinus and Kul'Deran were still in the process of officially recognizing diplomatic ties, and fears that they may use this little incident to their advantage. A person with the power to create portals to certain areas would cut some expenses in terms of trade and travel for certain products.

The princess composes herself and takes an deep breath.

"Your highnesses please do take miss Priscilla to the dining halls I will personally see fit of this servant's discipline." Valia says in a tactful manner.

"Wha! But Valia!"

"Silence!!"

"I do apologize for this..." She bows down her head in a humble manner and proceeds to drag the servant to an empty room.

The trio then leave as they head to the dining hall.
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"How dare......How dare you!" Valia screams. She knew that her father had entrusted her with keeping an eye on the Clandestinite Nobles. Should word have gotten out, and in sure as hell it will, she would be in for a long tongue lashing and a harsh lecture. Despite the current kings seemingly reserved temperament, like all rulers he is first and foremost a power seeker that would aim to make his nation persevere and survive for years to come.

"No! How dare you! That girl has been of for quite awhile and despite you being blessed by the worshiped you are not making good use of your blessing!" Cantaris exclaims.

Valia quite offended by this scowls. "Who the hell are you to say that! Much less to a royal, such insolence!"

Looking at her servant with a fierce glare she taunted him for answers. At this point Cantaris just really had enough of her classless scowls. In an instant he utters under his breath.

"...sacred seal of mortality partially free my essence..."

In an instant Valia felt an instantaneous aura. Was it fear? Dread? Oppression? Domination or Submission. A power she felt that was way beyond her? No way above her dad even! Her will to protest and scowl back in anger fell and broke.