(Hours before the same day)

It was a sunny morning, a boy carrying some boxes was walking on the lawn of a large wooden house, his gaze was cold, showing no emotion. Children were running around, but their attention went to a lady who came out of the house with a tray of cookies.

- Roy! Your grandfather wants to see you. - said the lady.

The boy wiped his sweat. His hair was growing, his body was bigger, and he had a few more scars. He walked into the house, past some children playing.

He went up the stairs to his room, where his grandfather was sitting on the bed.

- Roy, you... - The old man spoke excitedly, trying to get up, but soon began to cough.

- Don't try too hard, you old fool. - She approached him, handing him some medicine.

- How are the orphans? - Thomas asked, drinking the medicine.

- They don't stop, as usual. - He said, sitting down on a chair in front of the bed. - We are short of resources, the amount that  master sends is not enough to meet all the needs, more orphans from the war are arriving.

- And do you have a plan in mind? - His grandfather asked, looking at him.

- I'm going to try to find a job. The army has never paid me, so I can't ask now. And Grandma is old and you are sick.

- You're still young, you have to enjoy your youth. You already lost a lot in the war. - He coughed again. - But if I try to stop you, it won't work, always a hardhead.

- That's right. - Roy stood up, leaving the room.

Thomas saw that he was no longer the boy he had been years ago. He had grown up, not only physically.

- He matured quickly. - The old man commented, looking at the window. 

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Roy walked through the center of Hiden, which was under reconstruction, everyone seemed happy. He smiled as he watched these scenes.

The boy spent the whole day looking for a job, but because of his age no one accepted him. Already discredited, he walked aimlessly, night was falling. He decided to go back to the orphanage.

At the entrance there was a beautiful, well-maintained carriage, red in color, with yellow wheels, and white horses pulling the carriage. Roy realized that it belonged to a nobleman.

- What the hell, a nobleman at this hour. - He said to himself, sighing.

He opened the gate and entered the house. He walked to the kitchen, when he got there there was a man in a suit, white skinned, with a thin curled mustache, licked hair and standing nose. He was drinking from a cup of tea, and his grandmother was sitting next to him.

- Grandma... there's a shitty little starched man sitting at our table," Roy said quietly.

- Don't talk like that. - His grandmother corrected him.

The man felt insulted, but decided to ignore it.

- Are you Roy? - the man began. - My name is Donald Doyle...

- I don't care who you are. Why does my name matter to you? - Roy asked without interest.

Again he was angry, but he didn't show it.

- Well, I have a job offer. - The man crossed his legs and began to twiddle his mustache. - It's well paid and very simple.

Roy looked at him, pulled out his chair and sat down at the table.

- Now you've aroused my interest. - said the boy.

The butler gave him a mischievous smile and began to explain the job to the boy.

- What? Butler? - Roy asked irritated.

- Yes, a trustworthy person appointed him to this job. - The butler answered, drinking some more tea.

- And who might this person be? - Mary asked, putting her hands on the table.

- That I can't say. - The butler looked at the boy on the other side of the table. - But I can assure you that the pay will be good. From what I see, this orphanage needs it.

- How much are we talking about? - The boy asked, crossing his arms.

- Thirty thousand pounds a month. - The butler spoke with a sharp look in his eyes.

- It's not bad. We live on two thousand pounds. - The lady said to her grandson.

* Note : 1 pound - 2 dollars *

Roy thought for a moment, looking up at the wooden ceiling, turning his attention back to the man.

- I'll just have to serve someone right? - Roy questioned interested.

The butler shook his head in agreement, and the boy sighed.

- It's a little low for my dignity, but for the money. I'll at least get to help the orphanage.

- Good choice. - The man said. - Now pack your things so we can go.

Before going downstairs he passed his grandfather's room, he was asleep. He just smiled and slowly closed the door.

Quickly down the stairs sliding down the banister, his grandmother was at the door.

- I'm coming. - He said goodbye.

- Good luck. - After she spoke, she kissed him on the forehead. - Do your best.

Roy smiled and went out the door, carrying a backpack with his things. He got into the carriage with Donald. After a few seconds, the horses began to move. Roy nodded to his grandmother, who did the same.

The city was dark, with only the candle lights from the streetlamps. The two of them remained silent for part of the way.

- You didn't tell me who I have to serve. - Roy spoke with his hand on his chin.

- Princess Isabella Rethel. - The butler replied.

- Hm! Royalty. I think I can handle it. - The boy remarked, reassuring himself.

- Well, don't look so calm. The princess... Well, she is a bit difficult to handle. - Donald said looking at the window.

- What do you mean? - He asked, but the butler didn't answer. - Hey, starched! Why didn't you answer me? Hey!

The butler said nothing else for the rest of the trip.

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After a few minutes, they arrived at the entrance to the castle, which was in the middle of the capital, it was huge, white in color. It had several floors, he was surprised by the size of the place. Donald asked them to tell him that they had arrived. Soon afterwards he directed the boy to the front of a large golden door.

- Please wait here. - He said, stepping behind Roy.

A few more minutes passed, and the door opened.

- Please come in. - A woman said to him.

The boy entered the room. He looked around, and then looked at the two people standing there. A lady with blond hair, green eyes, wearing a red dress, who was waving a golden fan, and a girl who seemed surprised by his arrival. She had orange hair, white skin, violet eyes, and a very pretty pink dress.

- His name is Roy. - the lady introduced him.

- Yo. - The boy greeted.

- He's a year younger than you, so there's nothing better than a young man to understand another young man. - His aunt continued.

Isabella got a frightened expression on her face.

- WHAT? - Bella shouted in disgust. - A peasant?  Even younger than me?

- That hurt. - Roy said calmly. He approached Isabella and extended his hand. - It's a pleasure to meet... 

- Shut your mouth! I am royalty! People below my level can't talk to me! - Isabella continued to shout.

- Hey, don't give me that. I don't like your skanky face either.

- Who's a faggot?

Isabella stood in front of Roy. He was a little taller, which made her even angrier.

- You fucking peasant. 

- That doesn't offend moron. Patrician. - Roy leaned over intimidating the princess.

Dulce, watching the scene, giggled.

"She said he didn't take any shit. But I didn't know he was that good. Dulce thought to herself.

- Aunt... this boy...

- He will be your private butler from now on. Treat him well. - she said seriously.

- No... no! NO! - Bella was furious.

-The other employees will tell you everything you need to know. - Dulce said to Roy, leading the girl upstairs as she struggled with rage.

Roy followed the butler down a white, candlelit hallway, and the floor was covered with a red carpet.

- This place is very big. - The boy commented, looking everywhere. Until he saw a painting - Who is this?

- That's the great War Hero. - The butler answered.

In the painting, the hero was facing forward, climbing a hill, with golden armor, a large silver sword, black hair, blue eyes, and a big smile on his face.

- That's cool. - He said with a smile, he had never seen the hero's face, for, in his book it was on his back. He admired it a little more, but soon started walking again.

- Now, what you should know about this place. - Donald straightened his tie as he walked - Hiden was founded by four families, Neville responsible for the science of magic.  Lennox, was responsible for the administration of goods. Rethel, negotiations with other nations. And Lombardi, investment in military power. And these families reside here in the palace, and are known as the Royal Clans. But recently the Rethel family has been displaced because of past crimes. The only one that has not been displaced yet is Princess Isabella. 

- Crimes?

- The Rethel family was the family that ruled the kingdom of Hiden. But corruption was discovered within this family. The most serious case was with King Alfonso, the princess' father.  But after this happened, a parliament was created with representatives from each royal clan. Until Isabella was old enough to rule.

- Wouldn't it be easier to put a cousin in?

- No. By law, only those who are descended from the king or queen can rule.  In our case, the only one is Isabella.

They went from the kitchen, which was huge, there were many cooks walking around, using magic to cook, to the staff rooms, which was after the kitchen. It was several hallways, up some stairs, on the fourth floor .

At the end of the wooden corridor, the butler opened a door.

- This is your room. - he said to Roy.

The room was small, the floor and walls were wooden, with only a bed, a window and a table. Wherever the boy stepped, the floor made noises.

- Thank you. - He put his things on the bed. - Don't you have any tips? This is my first time as a private butler.

- I don't have much to say, I'm butler to Princess Isabella's cousins. And they are very different from her. - he replied, tweaking his mustache.

- I can imagine. - Roy said discouraged.

- As I said. Princess Isabella is a bit difficult to deal with, but if I had to give you a tip... Treat her well, do what she asks, and try to survive the adjustment week. Tomorrow you will receive a list of duties from the princess, please make her fulfill them all. And good luck. - I said, smiling and closing the door.

- What have I gotten myself into? - he asked, throwing himself on the bed. It didn't take long to fall asleep.

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The next day he woke up early. When he got up he saw that someone had put something on his desk. Roy approached him and realized that it was his butler's uniform.

- Oh, am I going to have to wear this? - He complained, picking it up and analyzing the suit. - For the money Roy... for the money.

He laid the suit on the bed, and the boy stared at it. Sighing, he decided to put it on. Opening the door roughly, he went out with his hand in his pocket, the mustached butler was waiting for him in the hall.

- Mr. Roy, I see you are punctual.

- Thank you, I think...

- These are the duties of Princess Isabella. - She handed him the paper.

The butler went on his way. Roy looked at the list, first thing on the list: first magic lesson.

- I think I have to wake her up.

Roy walked around the palace, but because of the size of the place, he got lost. He was looking for the princess's room, but stopped at the stable.

- But how? - Roy asked, confused.

A horse squealed, Roy caressed it. Soon he returned to his journey. After stopping in the garden, the kitchen again and the throne room. After several attempts, he managed to find the bedrooms.

- What a giant fucking place. - he said, opening the door. 

The princess's room was bright, white walls, pink carpet, the bed was near a balcony, and the princess was fast asleep. Roy straightened his clothes and approached her.

- Good morning, Princess. - He greeted her in an angelic tone.

She didn't move, she was still snoring.

- Princess, it's almost time for your class. - He spoke calmly.

She opened her eyes, seeing her butler. She lifted her head a little, her hair was messy. Covering herself with her pink blanket. 

- Shut up, you peasant shit. - she said under the blanket.

Roy became very angry. He was holding back, because he thought that if he did something wrong, he would lose his job.

He looked around, left the room. After a few seconds a big fear on the wall was made. Startled, Isabella jumped out of bed.

- Good morning, princess. - Roy spoke, smiling.

- What? - Isabella couldn't understand. Looking at Roy smiling, she became furious. - You, damn it! What are you doing here? I want my coffee!

- Shut up. That's not my problem, the coffee is downstairs. - Roy headed for the door.  - My mission was just to wake the lady up.

- But you have to do as I say!

- You can't do that. Stop being lazy. - The butler closed the door.

Isabella furiously bit the blanket.