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The Crown Prince's Most Disrespectful Attendant

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The Crown Prince's Most Disrespectful Attendant

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Albert has lived fifty lives. He has been a prince, a pauper, a soldier… a teapot… and, at one particularly humiliating point, a decorative rock. So in his fifty-first life, he makes a simple, reasonable decision: No more trouble. No more power. Just a quiet, forgettable life. The universe, clearly, finds this hilarious. Through a series of extremely unfortunate events, Albert ends up in the imperial palace, assigned as the personal attendant to the Crown Prince, a man known for his sharp mind, sharper temper, and a reputation that keeps even seasoned nobles trembling. It should have been a death sentence. Instead, it becomes a problem. For the palace. Because Albert does not fear kings. He does not respect titles. And he certainly does not have the patience to entertain dramatic speeches, veiled threats, or imperial authority. When the Crown Prince issues commands, Albert questions them. When nobles whisper, Albert interrupts them. And when the Emperor himself watches from above… Albert remains exactly the same: unimpressed. But in a court where every word is a weapon and every glance hides intent, Albert’s refusal to play by the rules begins to draw attention: dangerous attention. After all, a man who cannot be controlled… Is far more unsettling than one who can.

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    Ch1: A Peaceful Life (Denied)
    Rain fell in heavy sheets against the windows of the imperial office, relentless and steady. Lightning split the sky outside, and for a brief moment the room was lit in stark white: gold-lined walls, cold marble floors, and the massive lion crest looming over the Emperor's desk like it was watching everything that happened beneath it. Then the light vanished, and thunder rolled in low and long, the kind that seemed to make the whole room hold its breath."Do you understand your mission?"The Emperor's voice was calm, and that calm made the question feel less like a question and more like a verdict that had already been decided. He stood near the window with his back turned, rain streaking down the glass behind him. When the lightning flashed again, it caught the color of his eyes, a deep, unsettling red that didn't look entirely human. His black hair fell loosely over his shoulders, damp from the mist drifting in through the window, and a neatly trimmed beard traced his jaw without
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    Ch2: A Merchant's Life
    Twenty years later.Morning arrived at Redvale not with silence, but with noise. The market was already alive, voices clashing and overlapping like a flock of startled birds, rising and falling in a rhythm all their own. Merchants shouted over one another, advertising everything from fresh bread to polished tools, while travelers wove through the crowd, some pausing to bargain, others simply passing through.It was loud. It was messy. It was alive.And Albert liked it.A sharp thud cut through the air as a crate hit the ground, rolling slightly before it settled."Careful!" a voice snapped."I know, I know," came the reply, followed by a tired huff. "You think I haven't done this before?"Albert straightened, brushing his hands against his trousers, his brown eyes and hair catching the morning sun. He glanced down at the crate he'd just set down. Oranges, bright and fresh, good color all around. He nudged one lightly with his foot, inspecting it."Are these enough?" he asked.The fr
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    Ch3: Trouble Walked In
    Albert remained behind the counter, arms folded, watching the cloaked figure drip water onto his clean floor. The stranger was still breathing hard, as if he'd run across half the town, but instead of speaking, he slowly turned his head and began looking around the shop. At the shelves. At the jars. At the cloth bundles. At the tools near the wall. Like a customer inspecting quality, not like someone who'd just burst in like a chased criminal.Albert's eye twitched.The figure kept looking. Silence stretched.Then Albert slammed his palm onto the counter. The bang shook a stack of cups."We're closed!"The cloaked person turned sharply toward him, coughed once, then straightened. When he spoke, the voice that came out was low, smooth, and annoyingly arrogant."Do you have a Lyra Flower?"Albert stared at him for a long moment before answering flatly."No."Inside his head, the response was very different. *Yes, I do. One. Exactly one, dried carefully and sealed in wax cloth.*He'd n
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    Ch4: Payment First, Respect Never
    The cloaked figure jerked forward the moment Albert's hand clamped down on his shoulder."Let go of me!"The stranger twisted sharply, trying to wrench free, but Albert's grip only tightened, the fabric bunching in his fist as though the cloak itself had been sentenced.Albert smiled without warmth. "No."The figure struggled harder, boots scraping against the wooden floor. "I said let go!""And I said no."With one sharp tug, Albert spun the stranger around. The movement was quick enough to steal his balance, and the cloaked figure stumbled back a step, nearly crashing into a broken shelf before catching himself. Now they stood face to face, or rather, Albert stood, and the stranger bristled.Albert pointed slowly around the shop. "Look."The figure frowned."No, really," Albert said, his voice going dangerously calm. "Use your eyes."The stranger finally glanced around. Broken jars lay scattered near the wall. Herbs were crushed beneath muddy footprints. Two shelves leaned like dr
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    Ch5: Peace, Briefly Interrupted
    Morning had been ruined.Albert knew this with the same certainty one knows fire is hot or nobles are useless. He stood in the middle of Merri-Len Store, one hand braced against his lower back, the other holding the broken half of his favorite pen. Sunlight spilled through the front windows in bright golden strips, touching the wreckage with insulting beauty.Crushed herbs stained the floor green and brown. A shelf leaned sideways like it had given up on life. Oranges rolled lazily through the room, bumping into chair legs and bits of shattered pottery. Flour dust clung to the walls, and one stool had somehow lost a leg and all dignity along with it.Albert stared at it all in silence. Then he looked down at the pen. Its wooden body was split near the middle, the tip bent beyond repair.A tragedy."You served faithfully," he said quietly.The front bell rang. Joel stepped inside carrying a cloth bag against her hip, mid-step, before she froze completely, eyes widening as they moved fr
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    Ch6: An Unwanted Morning
    Nearly a month had passed since the day chaos visited Merri-Len Store. Long enough for the broken shelves to be replaced. Long enough for the gossip to grow ridiculous. Long enough for Albert to believe the world had finally remembered how to leave him alone.Naturally, that was when it came back.Morning sunlight spilled through the crooked shutters of Albert's cottage in thin golden lines, dust floating lazily through the beams. The room was warm, peaceful, full of the heavy silence only found in homes where no one had responsibilities.Albert lay across his bed like a fallen soldier. One arm hung off the side, one leg was halfway outside the blanket, and his hair pointed in several directions, all of them wrong. He snored with the determination of a man trying to prove something. The pillow beneath him had surrendered hours ago.He was deep in sleep. The kind earned through hard work, late nights, and avoiding society.Then—BANG! BANG! BANG!The front door shook. Albert shot uprig
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    Ch7: Trouble In Broad Daylight
    Redvale had changed overnight.Albert noticed it the moment he stepped outside. The roads had been swept cleaner than usual, decorative ribbons hung from posts near the market square, and guards in imperial colors stood at corners where, yesterday, only bored chickens had authority. Even the townspeople moved differently. Excited. Curious. Nosy.The worst kind of energetic.Albert adjusted the basket hanging from his arm and squinted toward the town gate. More banners fluttered there now, rich dark cloth embroidered with the golden lion of the empire. Wagons rolled in and out carrying crates, polished equipment, tents, and enough food to feed half the county.He felt a headache forming. "Why are they here?" he muttered.Mr. Jo, arranging fruit nearby, answered without being asked. "Hunting festival."Albert looked over.Mr. Jo grinned, pleased to possess information. "The royal family rotates locations every year. This time they chose the lands around Redvale.""Why?""Rich people enj
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    Ch8: A Prince And A Problem
    The man stood in the sunlight like the world had arranged itself for his convenience.Wind tugged lightly at his cloak. Silver thread gleamed across the royal crest on his chest. His horse stamped once behind him, impatient and elegant, much like its owner.“We meet again,” he said.Albert remained crouched in the grass, calmly picking another roseberry.He dropped it into the basket.Then another.Only after a full, disrespectful pause did he look up.“I’m afraid not.”The man’s brow lifted.Albert rose slowly to his feet, basket tucked under one arm.“A noble as yourself,” he said with dry politeness, “would never stoop low enough to know a commoner like me. You must be mistaken.”For a second, silence held the meadow.Then the stranger let out a short laugh.“Still insolent.”“Still forgettable.”The blue-eyed man stepped closer.There was amusement on his face, but it no longer hid the sharp edge beneath. He carried himself with the ease of someone obeyed since childhood.He spoke
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    Ch9: Royal Brothers
    The hunting grounds were loud again. Horns sounded across the hills, hounds barked through the forest line, and nobles laughed too loudly at jokes too poor to survive elsewhere. Silk and steel moved beneath the afternoon sun while servants ran themselves thin trying to satisfy people born tired.Crown Prince Cassian Valmere rode through it all with a face carved from calm. His horse moved at an easy pace over the grassy ridge, hooves pressing soft earth flat beneath polished shoes, a handful of knights trailing behind who knew better than to speak unless invited.None of them missed the fact that their prince had been silent for far too long.Cassian's gloved fingers tapped lightly against the saddle. Once. Twice. Then stopped. His blue eyes narrowed toward the distant meadow now shrinking behind him.A commoner. A merchant. A man with berry stains on his fingers and absolutely no instinct for survival.Cassian almost smiled. Then didn't.Captain Rowan, riding nearest, cleared his thr
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