Noah
"Drive slowly." I ordered Daniel, my driver as we reached the sharp bend before arriving the castle. I walked a bit before striding towards the back entrance with Daniel with a cap over my head that read, "Garden maintenance."
As soon as our legs touched the Palace soil, Daniel spoke, "How was your day, sir?"
"It was pleasant." I promptly responded, "And it's Noah, for the upteeneth time. Why don't you ever listen?"
"By law, I'm not permitted to address the future King by his name." Daniel replied, a smile edging on the side of his lips.
"Do you want to bore me to death with that law bullcrap?" I sharply spoke up. Daniel had no sense of humor, he spoke like a robot. But it didn't bother him anytime I challenged his values. He was stuck up in perfection and I understood.
The royal family had perfectly groomed him into perfection.
