Recently, a peculiar rumor was circulating among the maids of the Lernel Imperial Palace.
For some reason, the chief maid of the Khan Kingdom had been seriously injured, and it was Emperor Parnes, not King Challen or Queen Rose, who had saved her.
Casalyn, unable to take a single step and thus confined as a patient, was rumored to be receiving the emperor’s utmost care, like a princess.
However, what truly astounded them came next.
“Casalyn is alive and the Khan Kingdom hasn’t been informed?”
“Shh.”
Lower-ranking maids, in charge of cooking, lowered their voices near the boiling pots.
“I overheard the senior maids talking secretly, but I’m not sure.”
“Come on, why wouldn’t they tell? There’s no reason not to.”
“You really don’t know the emperor.”
As everyone remained puzzled, a maid, chopping truffles into the soup for Casalyn, spoke up.
“It’s what the emperor wants.”
“What do you mean?”
“What else? Casalyn. Maybe one day her name will be engraved on the empress’s crown.”
The maid flicked off the thick soup from the ladle, murmuring.
The others scoffed dismissively, shaking their heads.
“Don’t be ridiculous. The sun rising from the west is more likely than His Majesty taking an empress.”
As they concluded their conversation with light laughter, the head of the kitchen entered, speaking urgently.
“Girls, we’re short-handed. You’ll have to take the soup up yourselves.”
“Us?”
“It’s fine. Just keep your mouth shut and head down. Don’t even dare to sneak a glance at His Majesty, no matter how handsome he is. Understood? Now, move!”
At the head’s command, the maids quickly changed into clean aprons and dresses, their faces pale with nervousness.
They were usually confined to the kitchen, so appearing before the emperor was a rare occurrence.
They carried the food to Casalyn’s room, an extravagantly spacious bedroom too large for one person. Casalyn sat there quietly.
“Excuse us, Miss Casalyn von Loberfon. We’ve brought your meal.”
Casalyn, her black curly hair cascading down, put aside her book and smiled faintly.
“Thank you. Just leave it there.”
“No, give it here.”
Startled by the deep voice behind them, the maids stepped aside.
“Your Majesty.”
Emperor Parnes didn’t respond but took the bowl from them and sat down beside the bed.
He stirred the soup thoughtfully, his eyes serious as if engaged in a matter of great importance.
Casalyn extended her hands towards him.
“Your Majesty, please. I can eat by myself.”
“Didn’t you say the same yesterday and barely managed a spoonful like a sparrow?”
“But you’re busy. You shouldn’t waste time on me…”
“Of course not. The emperor is certainly lacking time, especially to waste on such trivial tasks.”
Casalyn’s expression soured, resembling a pouting child.
As she muttered under her breath, Parnes brought a spoonful of the creamy, mushroom-filled soup to her lips.
Steam wafted from the soup as Casalyn looked displeased.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like mushrooms?”
“Do I look like a child to you? That I’d be picky?”
“Well, someone who picks out peas from a salad sure has the nerve to say that.”
Casalyn’s shoulders twitched in embarrassment.
“It’s not that, it’s just that as the eldest daughter of the von Loberfon Ducal Family, I cannot accept sitting and being spoon-fed. Please give it to me.”
Casalyn reached out her hand for the spoon, but Parnes firmly pulled his hand back.
“Will you ever again in your life enjoy such luxury? Why not graciously accept it while you can?”
“I do not consider being fed by Your Majesty a luxury.”
As she spoke, the maids who had been silently waiting at one side looked utterly astonished.
Parnes smirked crookedly in amusement and retorted.
“If receiving help from an emperor is not a luxury, then what is?”
“It’s shameless. Your hands should only be used to bring peace and prosperity to your people.”
“Talking back and even lecturing me, a mere maid. Are you lacking in manners rather than shame?”
Casalyn, slightly startled by his cold tone, lifted her head.
However, Parnes’s face was more jovial than ever.
Casalyn couldn’t understand which part of their conversation had pleased him.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“If there’s anything else needed, I’ll call. It seems this lady is shy with so many watching eyes.”
“Shy, Your Majesty?”
Casalyn’s face turned bright red.
Upon Parnes’s command, the maids exchanged wordless glances, then hurried out with the excitement of having stumbled upon an interesting tidbit.
“Are you feeling better? You look much brighter.”
As usual, Duke Ludwik spoke with a gentle smile.
Casalyn had only exchanged brief greetings with him, so she hadn’t expected him to visit personally.
She invited him to sit and nodded.
“Thanks to you, I’ve improved a lot. Please forgive me for not being able to get up. Duke.”
“It’s nothing. I’m just an old man. Don’t worry. I’ve brought a fruit basket; it’s fresh, so please enjoy it.”
“Looks delicious. Thank you.”
Duke Ludwik, despite his high status, had a habit of humbling himself, especially around Casalyn, which she realized only recently.
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