- Do you think you're going to stay like this? You fucking butler. You shouldn't protect her like that. - The nobleman lifted Roy off the ground, trying to intimidate him.
The boy said nothing, just squeezed the nobleman's wrists.
- Sorry, but I have no obligation to follow your orders. My duty is to the princess. - Roy said, squeezing the nobleman's wrists even tighter.
Because of the butler's strength, the man let go in pain. Roy put away his uniform and left the place quietly, opening the door and closing it slowly, just to irritate him even more. As he left, he sighed deeply as he heard the nobles complaining inside.
Looking to the right side, Isabella was leaning against the wall, apparently she had seen everything. But instead of saying anything, the princess snorted angrily, starting to walk away.
- I don't need someone like you to protect me. - she complained to Roy.
- Don't get me wrong, Princess. I hate that you waste food in front of me, I did it for the food. - He said looking with the corner of his eyes at the princess.
"It had to be that..." Isabella spoke in her mind, furious.
- But I won't accept that they treat you like this either. It's my job to make you well.
Isabella looked at her butler, he was smiling, she was a little embarrassed, but to cover up
- I told you I don't need your help, you fucking commoner. - She said, walking faster.
- Don't you think you're a little young to be cussing? - He grumbled, following her.
- Shut the fuck up!
- Where are the princess's manners?
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Not far away, still in the palace, Dulce was in front of a fireplace, her blond hair reflected the light of the flames and her eyes were concentrated, reading a book. But her concentration was interrupted by Donald's approach and the placing of a glass on a table near the lady
- How are things going? - Dulce asked without taking her eyes off the book.
- The new butler caused a bit of a stir at dinner, everyone was furious. - Donald replied as he poured the tea in his cup.
- And what was the reason? - The woman seemed interested, put the book on her lap and looked at the butler.
- It seems that the other nobles were humiliating Princess Isabella, but he intervened. - The man handed Dulce the tea. - Madam, I don't want to be a nuisance, but don't you think it was a bad choice to bring this young man here?
Dulce drank some tea and looked at the fireplace.
- Of course not, my dear Donald. When he was referred to me, by a friend, she said he would change the atmosphere. So I hired him knowing that would happen. Don't you think it's time for some changes?
Donald didn't speak for a while. But he didn't want to go against Dulce.
- Indeed, ma'am, indeed.
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A few days passed.
Isabella was red, because she was trying to control her magic.
- Princess, you are going to pass out without air. Stop this. - Roy warned.
- Shut up, you piece of shit, society scum, trash plebeian, I want you to die...
- Shut up. - Elsa covered Isabella's mouth with water. - Concentrate on the exercise, I've already given you everything I can help you with.
Isabella turned her face away in irritation, trying to control the water with her mana.
Elsa approached Roy.
- She's not trying. - The butler remarked. - She's pretending to try.
- You are right, I have already taught her the techniques of hand movements and magical speech. Isabella is very talented, but she doesn't want to accept it, I didn't know how I could make her believe it.
- Have you thought of anything?
- Madame Dulce said to ask for your help. Since she doesn't have the mind of a child, she has already been through a lot participating in the war...
At this moment Isabella fell faint on the floor. The two who watched did not show any emotion.
- I told her to breathe. - Roy said, but then turned his attention back to Elsa. - I don't think I can help, the princess didn't take my advice.
- I think you can. - Elsa said with a smile.
The boy just looked at her, walking over to Isabella. As he helped the princess, he kept thinking about how Dulce knew that he had participated in the war.
After a while, Isabella slowly opened her eyes, Roy was sitting next to the princess.
- I am glad you are awake. - He said relieved. - Because if you had died, I think all the blame would have fallen on me.
- Hold still, you piece of shit. My head hurts.
- I'm sorry. - He apologized, taking the princess's homework list - You'd better get well soon, because your etiquette class starts in five minutes.
The princess stood up with a jump, and in protest ran out of the class.
- NO! - Isabella shouted before disappearing from Roy's view.
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The skinny teacher was packing her things for class, but was startled when the door suddenly opened. The lady looked up to see what was happening. Roy came in, dragging Isabella, who was very angry.
- Sorry for the delay. - The boy apologized.
When he let go of the princess, she punched him in the face and kicked him in the stomach, but it caused him no pain.
- I don't want to see him, you little shit! - he said to his butler.
- But it's your duty...
- I don't want you to know, just get out of my way.
Roy looked directly at Isabella, she was holding back tears. The butler bowed his head.
- As you wish.
He left the room, closing the door slowly. He leaned against the wall, sighing with his hand on his head.
- What a scream, huh? - A voice said to Roy.
He looked directly at the figure, it was Dulce, who had a smile on her face.
- I see things are difficult. - She commented.
- Is it that obvious? - Roy asked with a wry tone. - She is very difficult to deal with.
- But it's not her fault. - Dulce started to walk, and he followed her. - Since her parents had left, everything had become difficult for her, and she ended up using anger as a way to hide her sadness.
- I understood this. Anger is a blockage so that sadness doesn't come out and looks weak.
- Good point. - Dulce has stopped in front of a window. - The others only see that she is the daughter of a corrupt king, but they don't look at her mother's side.
Roy noticed that Dulce became irritated when she talked about Isabella's mother.
- And what was her mother like?
- Her mother, was my younger sister, her name is Lucy. She was very beautiful, but a little shy, but she had an incredible spirit of leadership. And very polite, besides, she was the one who founded the etiquette classes here in the palace.
Roy looked surprised at Dulce. She didn't need to say the last part, but she wanted the boy to understand why Isabella didn't like etiquette classes. She took the initiative, and the message was understood.
When she realized that he had understood, she started to move away from him.
- Madam, I have one more question...
Dulce stopped walking and turned to Roy.
- Why did you hire me? You must have heard about the trouble I caused.
- Why do you want to know?
- I just want to know.
They looked at each other for a few seconds.
- Because it was time to start some changes here. - Dulce said, opening her fan.
- I don't understand, how I would change this place. But thank you - Roy turned around.
- I'm not talking about the place.
Roy, with a cold, piercing stare, stared at Dulce.
- Now I understand. I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything.
Roy took a step back, Dulce was laughing, hiding behind a fan.
- She was right, she said that you are not a normal boy.
- She who? - Roy saw the opportunity to ask what he wanted. - Who told you about my past?
- She is a friend I have known for a long time. She said that you would help my niece. And from the occasions that have revolved around your name since you arrived here, I'm sure you will. - She turned and walked away.
- And who is your friend?
The woman stopped walking, without turning around, she answered.
- Yuki Bonnie. - She continued walking.
Roy sighed with a few laughs.
"It had to be her." He thought as he continued laughing.
-I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know how to do this. She hates me.
- Just be yourself.
Dulce said this and stepped into a hallway to the left.
Roy, a little confused, decided to leave. But he noticed a strange movement.
A maid was leaving a room with some papers.
The boy simply ignored him.
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After the etiquette lesson, Isabella would have fencing class. But on the way, the princess didn't say anything as she was furious with Roy, he couldn't find a loophole to try to help.
The training site was on the other side of the palace, in a large concrete courtyard, outdoors. When she arrived at the place, Isabella went to change and noticed that there were some nobles in green, that is, the Lombardi Family. And they were holding wooden swords.
When Isabella changed and went to the training site, everyone there looked at her with hatred. In reaction, she cringed.
- Very well... - A voice echoed through the courtyard. - Today's class will be practice, I want to see how well you have progressed, so you will all have a match against me.
Roy looked at who was shouting. A nobleman who was dressed in green, brown hair, pointy mustache and goatee, thin, thin nose and a snobbish look.
"Isn't he the one I threw the meat to?" Roy wondered.
The nobleman laughed with an air of superiority. But he stopped when he spotted the butler.
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