Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 33: ... That SLAVE...2

Meanwhile, the Queen Mother stayed true to her words, personally reaching out to the dukes, marquises and counts to have them send gifts and gather for Hillary’s wedding. House Valthorne too spread the word, letting the various noble houses to congratulate the new couple.

The mere fact that Zaja had been appointed a Throne Blessed led those nobles to bring thousands of Arcane Crystals to his door. Zaja welcomed them all, securing guests for the upcoming wedding ceremony.

"Father, you cannot be serious!" one such guest was currently throwing a tantrum in the royal palace, banging the table of Percival’s Royal office. He was the second born child of the King and the Prince of the Ironforge Dominion. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"My hands are washed off this case, it is your grand mother’s will. She wants you to deliver the Royal gifts yourself and meet Hillary’s husband to be. Who knows, in the near future, he might be one of the pillars of the country." Percival repeated his mother’s order to his son.

"First you prevent her from being my wife, just because you loved fucking her! Now, you make me watch as she falls into the hands of a glorified slave! Also now you want me to present the gifts for their wedding? Father, what kind of bad deed have I done to deserve this? You’ve always treated me as a second thought because I am not the heir to your throne..." the Kings son ranted with bloodshot in his eyes.

"Daughters of the House of Wagner are not allowed to get married, they are reserved for my Holy coitus ritual! There was no way I would have let you marry Hillary, she part of my coitus cabinet..." the King said with a stern voice in an attempt to intimidate the boy.

"They can’t get married, but some slave is about to marry her right under your nose!" the Prince shot back. "Queen Mother literarily overruled a law that has been standing of years, right under your nose! Tell me father, who rules this country... You or Queen Mother?"

"Present the gifts? I call bullshit! The only thing I will present is my sword running through that bastards heart!" the Prince made a bold claim.

Immediately those words came out of his mouth, the King slammed his hands on the office table and dashed to his feet. A few moments later, the Prince had delivered the Royal gifts while rubbing his swollen face that had gotten beaten so badly by his father that the once handsome Prince now had three giant lumps of cloated blood on his face.

As far as the Prince could remember, he had never felt more wronged in his life. Even when he was told that he wouldn’t inherit the throne and it would be given to the husband of his elder sister, he didn’t feel as annoyed as this.

"This is a nightmare. A noble lady so close to the Royal family is going to marry a fucking slave? With the Royal family’s approval? She was never supposed to get married in the first place! How the hell did things get to this?"

"This country is morally bankrupt, servants no longer know their place. Stuff like this is why I despise the servant class. They reek of hard work and sleepless nights, so much so that you can smell them from a mile away, but instead of making themselves discreet, they never lose an opportunity to play the role of a fucking gold digger!"

"If only I was going to be King... I will demote them all to rodents! If only I was going to be King..."

"Why should I seat and watch another man from nowhere marry my sister and automatically inherit the throne? I have been the one working my ass off for the royal family, I should be the one next in line... I call bullshit!!! when I am king, I will demote them all to rodents and that’s a promise!" the Prince rubbed his swollen face as he held back his tears of anger.

A youth dressed in white linen tunic and dark pants appeared at the entrance gate, writing down the gifts before motioning for servants to take them inside. The moment the youth appeared, all eyes were on him, with the Royal gifts now looking insignificant in comparison to that human marvel.

"There he is! It’s you isn’t it?!" the crown Prince snapped and rushed forth, grabbing Zaja by the collar.

"Who the hell are you? I have no idea what you are accusing me of, but I guarantee you that I am innocent" Zaja replied immediately, the innocent look in his eyes drawing the sympathy of the women in the crowd who were staring at the expensive royal gift the Prince had brought.

"You are the servant that stole my dear dear Hillary from me!!"

"Haa! You absolutely have the wrong man. First of all, I am not even a servant. I am one of the heirs of this house and the House Keeper. How can I steal someone who is currently in the Royal Palace?"

"You’ve got the wrong man fella, I am just doing my job as House Keeper of this house. Don’t harm an innocent" Zaja layered his case, his honest demeanor making the Prince’s eyes narrow in confusion.

"Are you sure it’s not you?"

"How are you sure it’s me? Have you seen the picture of Hillary’s husband to be? That bastard is several degrees more handsome than me, empowered by all the gods and demons of the world to cause trouble in secure marriages!"

"I am no fucking match of his, on the contrary I hate him too! That bastard came outta nowhere and starting robbing holes left and right. Causing a sharp decline in the number of unfaithful women in the area with his presence alon! What man can stand that devil? I’m just waiting for an opportunity to burst his head!" Zaja raised his fist, swinging like a fake tough guy drunk on alcohol.

The servants of House Valthorne were well aware of Zaja’s real identity, they simply rolled their eyes as they were impressed by how honest their boss sounded in the art of lying.

"You seem to be telling the truth."

"Who would dare to lie to the crown Prince of this nation? In my opinion I think you should be the heir to the throne, not some random man who thinks because he married your sister he should be the king... that’s by the way, before you arrived, the stars had already alerted me that a great man would be making his entrance today, bringing the swagger of a hippo, and the manners of the donkey. Turns out it was you. Your highness, welcome to House Valthorne" Zaja crossed his arms over his chest, giving the Prince a polite bow.

"I am Egil Ironforge, son of the king... do I have to believe what you utter from your mouth Valthorne House keeper?"

"Details Prince Egil, have a seat sir. I can see that you have a lot on your mind and need to unwind. Come one, talk to me. Why do you have so much anger in your heart? Whats keeping you up at night?"

Bringing a mahogany throne he’d prepared before hand, Zaja let the crown Prince sit in the backyard, away from all the noise and bluster.

"Its that bloody servant! Not only did he corrupt my Hillary, but he also forced her to marry him!" the moment Egil sat on his mahogany throne, his anger erupted, overflowing with self righteous energies.

"But I understand that Lady Hillary is seen as a property of the king, how can you say he took her from you, from what I know he took her from the king".

Egil’s face turned even more red at the sound of Zaja’s words, but the Crimson Deity Vessel quickly rephrased, throwing his hands in the air to signal he meant no harm.

"Oh really!! he stole her from you in broad day light, how can you lie like this?" Zaja snapped immediately making Egil look at him with suspicion.

"What are you even saying, who’s bloody side are you even on?!"

"We are on the same side Prince Egil, I don’t like Zaja either, but a man gotta have a man’s honesty don’t you think?".