Zylith.
NOTICE: Due to the current workload, the light at the end of the tunnel will be turned off until further notice.
ME: ".........................."
Recently, I found out that my life was like a test I didn't study for. The enlightenment and the 'NOTICE' woke me up from my muddled stupor while I was being dragged around by the King of Reveldron, meeting and greeting several ministers and officials I didn't remember the names of.
Reuben had my left arm ensnared into his in a taut grip as he conversed with one of his ministers. I wanted to escape this quandary for the fear of being asked questions I might not be able to answer. I had been taught crash course etiquette, but I was still a fake noble. How could I compare if I were to be tested by these old bloodhounds.
I thought this idiot king would get the cue when I pinched his arm like three times, but who was I kidding, trying to signal an idiot and hoping he would get it was like playing Mozart in front of a donkey hoping it would get it.
I sighed for the nth time and tried once more to free myself from Reuben's clutches, but the mummy jerk was too strong. I couldn't even budge. In all honesty, I was so tired my energy level was equal to that of a sloth on Xanax. So, I didn't bother anymore.
I wordlessly roved my eyes around the huge banquet hall in mere curiosity. The nobles of these era were something novel to me after all. You don't get to see the lifestyle and fashion of the high society of the eighties every day, and I was bored. So, I was looking around to entertain myself in a way. But soon came to realize that it wasn't such a great idea because my eyes met the very callous eyes of the Queen dowager who stood a few distance away from us surrounded by other Noble ladies.
I didn't see her during the ceremony, so I thought she wouldn't attend the banquet aftermath because of her thorny relationship with Reuben and co. But I was being too naive. I should’ve realized that she was a central political figure amongst the nobility, she definitely would not miss this royal wedding banquet. After working for the nobility for two years, I had come to realize something, and that was, the nobility loved their face. Their ego was the size of a mammoth and they loved to pretend to be righteous. So, she had to attend this banquet to keep some face as the Queen dowager in high society. Right now, she looked every bit the poised gorgeous beauty that she was, shining and elegant in every manner, but the way her eyes were glaring at me was as if she would bite my head off if she could. I almost shuddered at the sight of her, so I turned my head around to look the other way.
"Your Majesty, Her Highness seems bored. Maybe my wife and daughter can entertain her to ease some of her dreariness." An official who looked like a grubby pumpkin muttered in a ratty voice. As such, both I and Reuben looked at the guy in a stanch way and I looked some more.
The man, even though dressed very lavishly, looked tatty in appearance with his floppy bronze hair combed backwards in an unkept manner. He had a pot belly and an avaricious little smile on his thin lips. His weasel like brown eyes, looked identical to one of those insurance policy agents who would do anything legal or illegal to make you sign their contract. The subtle changes in his face seemed to be of a mean person who weighted down the pros and cons of a situation and didn't feel guilty about abandoning his kin if the situation deemed unfavorable. I wouldn't say I was a people person or even an expert at reading people but if you were me, and if you had gone through the things that I had been through, the unpleasant people I had met throughout the past two years of my life, I would say you'd recognize a look of greedy disdain even if you were to be as dense as a brick. Thus, I ruled out this man to be on my list of 'Dislikeable people' the moment I set my eyes on him. However, he looked important, so I didn't dare disregard his presence, but Reuben on the other hand seemed peeved, almost as if he couldn't care less about what this man said or did.
Even if he turned a blind eyes to this man's attempts at getting familiar, Reuben still asked me in a tender voice, "Oh? Are you bored?" I couldn't decipher if he was being sarcastic or being tauntingly amorous. But I didn't really have the time to care about his fun-poking conduct when I saw the faces of the man's approaching wife and daughter.
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