After losing at a game of rock paper scissors, Mikel and Eric had to let Victoria choose their first menial task since apprentices were to do the labour work with their roommates, making three people to a slip.
Of course, when they had agreed to the seemingly innocent suggestion of rock, paper and scissors, they had no way of knowing she would take advantage of her position as an Elder and see few minutes into the future, jingling her cowries in her pocket.
So they had lost, and together they had glared at Victoria with the intensity of burning flames after they discovered her trick while she tapped her cheek trying to think of the first activity they would perform.
“I know,” she turned to her two minions. “We’re going to wash clothes!”
“What?” Both men exclaimed at once.
“I’m a Duke’s son,” Eric started, trying to sound assertive. “I’ve never had to wash my clothes, talk less of other people’s clothes!”
“I paid people to wash my clothes,” Mikel backed him up, before shrinking under Victoria’s glare. “Well, I can rinse a kitchen rag but that’s it.”
“Well, aren’t you a duo of spoiled brats,” Victoria said teasingly, pulling at Eric’s cheek. “You’re going to have to learn today.”
She turned away. “Come on, let’s go buy some soap.”
“But!” Mikel called after her futilely.
He turned to Eric and nudged the man hard. “Isn’t she like your bae or something? Go convince her.”
“Bae?” Eric frowned thoughtfully at him. “What is that?”
“Your girlfriend,” Mikel answered
impatiently, making wild gestures with his hands. “Your eternal love or some other cheesy thing.”
“Just go,” he pushed Eric forward, watching as he ran to catch up with their domineering second year.
As Mikel shook his head after them, someone bumped into him, a finely built man with short hair as much chocolate in colour as Mikel’s slightly longer locks.
He staggered, and would have tripped if Mikel had not caught his hand and pulled him up, despite being an inch or two shorter than the man.
“Are you okay?” Mikel peered into his face, seeing it was bruised and had small cuts all over it.
“Your uniform,” the man noticed, brushing his hands against Mikel’s immaculate purple and black clothes as he stood up properly. “You apprentice at the August Church of Erynla?”
Mikel nodded, taking a step back from this man in case he was dangerous, his hand grazing his staff. “I do.”
The man sighed and it was so full of relief Mikel guessed he had been on a long journey. “Then I am in the right place. I assume Lady Imogen is still the Prelate?”
“Yes,” Mikel confirmed, and pointed towards a busy road west of them. “The church is less than a mile from here and the Prelate is on seat. You just need to identify yourself.”
The man opened his mouth, about to ask him more questions but Victoria’s demanding shriek filled the air then, summoning him.
“Mikel!”
Mikel looked towards Victoria’s direction where she was holding a bag in one arm and Eric’s ear in another.
So Operation: Convince the bae was a bust.
“Excuse me,” Mikel smiled sheepishly and the stranger just nodded in confused understanding, watching as Mikel ran to a tall man rubbing his ear and the short woman beside him who motioned for Mikel to bend down before knocking him fiercely on the head.
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Fantasy- Completed - For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer. But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
