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"Your meeting with the emerald knights' grand commander and the financial advisor of trade is after breakfast. After the meeting, we have guests coming in from the west; they have requested your audience regarding the border between...Your majesty, are you feeling ill? Should I fetch the imperial doctor?" Hansol questioned as he looked at the emperor.
Xavier's emotionless facial expression stared at the golden globe that sat on the imperial desk. He continued to stare at the world globe without any movement.
Hansol leaned forward, staring at Xavier in confusion.
"Your Majesty? Are you...alright?"Hansol questioned again, this time concerned.
"Do you think having emotions are… important to have as an emperor, Hansol?"Xavier asked as he looked at Hansol with the same emotionless expression.
"I… believe… that emotions are essential to have. We are all born with emotion. However, as an emperor - controlled emotions are important. Why do you ask this?" Hansol asked as he closed his schedule book.
"I see. Has the painter been contacted yet? If so, when is he coming?" Xavier changed subjects.
Confused, Hansol scratched the top of his head.
"Yes, he was contacted last week. I dropped in a few days ago to see this painter's progress on the Princess's portrait. I must I say… the portrait is coming along magnificently! The Princess's natural beauty and charm really brings the canvas to life! She is the most precious, living porcelain doll that I have ever seen! I am certain that the Princess's value is worth more than the sacred emerald jewel of this empire!" Hansol blabbed on as he closed his eyes.
"Where is the princess now?" Xavier suddenly stood up, ignoring Hansol's response.
"I… believe she may still be asleep, your majesty. It is only 7:33…"
"Wake her up and bring her to the imperial dining room. I will have breakfast with her at 8. Do not be late." Xavier demanded as he gave Hansol a fierce look.
Hansol's eyes grew in size from shock.
"Your… your Majesty, it will not be possible to get the princess re…"
Xavier closes the door behind him, leaving Hansol in mid-sentence.
"THIS… THIS BASTARD! HOW DOES HE EXPECT ME TO GET THE PRINCESS READY IN LESS THAN 30 MINUTES!? DOES HE THINK I AM A MAGE OF SOME SORT?!" Hansol screams as he runs out of the imperial door.
SLAM!
The emerald palace maids scream in shock.
"Y...You all... Get the Princess ready in 10 minutes. Quickly! We have 25 minutes to get her to the dining room. The emperor's request!" Hansol demands as he catches his balance, out of breath.
The maids began to scurry in panic.
Marina runs full speed to the Princess's room while giving demands on preparations.
"Quick! Bring the baby blue dress that came in from yesterday along with the matching shoes and hair ribbon. You bring stockings and hairbrushes. You prepare warm water and a towel. You bring cream and perfume!" Marina yelled as she approached the french, white doors.
"Princess, please wake up. Let's get you ready quickly." Marina whispered as she kissed the Princess.
What the hell, man. Can I sleep in peace? Why are there so many maids coming in and running around my room? Is there a war coming?
I quickly got stripped down and washed with a warm towel; my dress got thrown on, along with the stockings and shoes. I have never been handled this way. Why are they so rough this morning? I'm clearly still at the emerald palace, so it is not like I am a prisoner or something.
"Should we brush the Princess's hair? I think it looks fine the way it is. Usually, we brush it through when it is still wet to not hurt her. It may hurt her since it is not properly washed and dry." Said the maid in concern.
Marina looked at my hair from all angles. She placed her hand on her chin.
"Give me the hairpin instead. I will leave the Princess's hair how it is. The hairpin will make it look like we made an effort. Brushing her hair will only waste time and energy. Besides, the Princess is perfect. Her hair looks wonderful as it is." Marina said with confidence as she placed the hairpin in my hair.
"There, perfect. The Princess is a natural beauty. Chancellor, she is ready!" Marina said as she fixed my dress.
Marina rushed downstairs with me in her arms. I could see Hansol's facial expression in deep concern.
What is going on? WHY AM I ALWAYS QUESTIONING MY SURROUNDINGS?!
"Let's get going, Princess. We have a few minutes before 8."
I was passed down, like a baton in a race. He started running while carrying me.
"I am deeply sorry that you have to go through this, Princess. We are almost there. Why is this damn imperial so big?! Why is this whole empire so damn big!" Hansol complained as we entered the imperial palace.
I am still half asleep. Everything is moving at a fast pace. Just lay me down on a sofa somewhere or the floor; I don't really care, just let me rest.
"Your Majesty, the princess… is here…" Announced breathless Hansol as he entered the room.
I quickly shot my eyes wide open as I saw the trashman looking at me.
"What are you waiting for? Sit her down and go finish the paperwork." Demanded the trashman.
Jeez, poor Hansol. Even this dude, who is supposed to be royal and even family to this asshole, gets treated like garbage. Learn some manners, man.
"Make sure you cut her food in smaller portions. I rather not see her choke on her food." The trashman requested as he began to eat.
So this was a huge commotion? I got dragged out of bed, had 15 maids rush getting me ready, and had the chancellor of this empire run like a chicken with its head cut off just so I can eat breakfast with this trashman? Is this for real? Ugh. Fine, showtime.
"Morning, papa!" I said, smiling.
Hurry up and just smile, you dirtbag. I don't even know why I am here. I should be asleep right now.
"Hmm. Eat your food before it gets cold."
Heartless as ever I see. Fine. If you do not want to give me love and affection, I have no need to do that either.
"Her smile is… what is the word… comforting? No. Annoying? Maybe a bit of both."
What the hell, man? You know I can hear your thoughts, right? Is he trying to piss me off? You wake me up for this? You are something else. Fine. Wanna play? Let's go, dude.
"Papa?"
Xavier looked up and looked at me as a sign of response.
vWhy you not wike Ama?" I questioned in a sad tone. I looked down and frowned. I felt the atmosphere turn cold. I looked up at him to only see an expressionless face. He sipped his coffee and looked at me.
"Because you exist." He responded as he placed his coffee cup down in a nonchalant manner.
EXCUSE ME?! BECAUSE I EXIST? YOU ACT AS IF I FORCED YOU AND YOUR LOVER TO BANG AND HAVE ME. I AM A VICTIM! YOU ARE UNBEARABLE!
I suddenly felt my eyes water. My vision became blurry with tears.
"I wanna weave. I WANNA WEAVE!" I screamed. I wiggled myself out of my chair and wobbled myself towards the french doors.
"Bring her back. This time, sit her down next to me. Bring her plate." Ordered the royal douche bag.
"No! No! No! I wanna weave!" I demanded.
The maids and butlers looked frightened and conflicted. I saw them staring at each other and continued with the douche bags orders. As they approached me, I started to run around like a pig at a Texas roadhouse. Like hell, I will let you torture me like this.
The trashman sighed loudly and stood up, slamming his hands on the table. When I turned around, I saw the table completely destroyed in pieces. He aggressively started to walk towards me. Oh crap. I pissed him off.