Chapter 22
"Yes, Sire…" the butler replied. She was looking unusually shy right now.
Marcus began to gaze at the butler. He was scanning all over her body with his eyes. This wasn't sexually suggestive at all. He was only looking at her without any evil feeling.
"Very well…" Marcus said carefully. "From what I have ate today, the chef seems indeed skilled, however, she won't get to be my personal chef so easily."
"Do you have a test for her?" The butler asked knowingly. She already knew that Marcus loved setting tests for his personal servants. Being Marcus's chef was no small deal and truthfully speaking, the chef had to be tested.
"You know I do…" Marcus replied. "Tomorrow, tell the chef to prepare my favorite food as breakfast. The way and manner she prepares it, will determine if she will get to be my personal chef or not."
"Your favorite food?" The butler wanted to confirm. She was writing on a sheet of paper now.
"Exactly!" Marcus replied. He gazed at the butler carefully. He could see her handwriting. Her handwriting looked quite beautiful.
"Alright! For breakfast, right?" The butler asked again. She wanted to confirm all the details.
"Sure! The chef would be making my best food as breakfast for me and the taste of the food would determine if she can be my personal chef or not…" Marcus said slowly. He sounded quite confident.
"If you are talking about your favorite food, you mean…" the butler was trying to say before she got interrupted by Marcus himself.
"You already know my best food. I don't think you need to confirm that with me…" Marcus told her slowly. He meant every word he said.
"Sorry, Sire, but I need to. I don't know if you might have changed your best food or something…" the butler muttered. She was trying her best to keep a cool voice.
This was getting Marcus vexed up. He was also trying to manage his anger.
"My best food has never changed! It's always been the same since I was a kid. I hope that satisfies you?" Marcus said angrily. His voice was a proof to his level of anger.
"I understand now, Sire. Thanks for the expatiation…" The butler was saying. "I truly appreciate your cooperation."
"Very well!" Marcus noted. "Make sure you do just like I told you to."
The butler nodded approvingly. She never did have objections.
"Exactly! Your wish is my command," the butler said slowly but confidently.
Now, Marcus stood up and turned to leave the dining hall. At that moment, he remembered something which he had to talk about.
"Point of correction…" Marcus began. "That wasn't a wish so there's absolutely no need for you to say, 'your wish is my command'. I don't make wishes. I make orders. I hope you understand now?"
The butler sounded fed up but she was able to manage herself to a stage. She looked up before talking. This could be quite insultive to Marcus on a normal day but for today, he didn't care much.
"Alright Sire! I understand fully…" The butler noted. She looked downwards after saying this.
Marcus smiled. He understood what the butler must be going through. It was emotional stress. Even at that, Marcus was ready to address her further. That was the only way to get her understand his level of supremacy as the Alpha of the pack.
"Good! Now, reconstruct your statement…" Marcus said slowly. He was ready to play around with the butler. Marcus was enjoying himself but he couldn't say the same for the butler.
"Your order will be carried out, Sire…" The butler reconstructed her statement. She sounded pissed off though it wasn't visible on her face.
"Very well…" Marcus noted. "I will be leaving now. Have a good night rest and don't let me remind you before I have my breakfast tomorrow."
The butler bowed in reverence. As Marcus moved out, the servants all around also bowed to him. They wished him a good night since it was dark already.
But Marcus wasn't ready to go to bed. He still wanted to see Rose that night.
And he was definitely going to do that.
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Rose's room smelled badly. Marcus didn't know why but the fragrance he got just by standing by the door was a terrible one. Marcus was irritated and he couldn't go in. He had to wait until a maid passed by.
"Hey!" Marcus called the maid. "Come over here!"
The maid ran towards him and greeted him. He waved her greetings off and focused on the real deal.
"Why is the Luna's room smelling this badly? Are you sure she is inside this room?" Marcus asked carefully. He was waiting for the maid to answer him.
"It's the herb, Sire," the maid commented. She was gazing at the ground. According to traditions, maids were not eligible to look at the Alpha in the eye.
"What herb are you talking about?" Marcus wanted to know. He was lost and the bad smell of the room intrigued him further.
"The high doctor brought the herb, Sire. According to him, inhaling the smell won't let her have any stomach ache…" the maid explained briefly.
"Inhaling this bad smell!" Marcus exclaimed in surprise. He was shocked.
"Yes, Sire…" the maid replied. She was still gazing at the ground.
"It's well…" Marcus finally told her. "You may leave!"
The maid didn't wait any longer. She ran out of his presence back to what she was doing. Marcus stood right at the door and inhaled the bad smell as well. The guards covered their nostrils but Marcus left his. He wanted to feel what Rose would be feeling. At last, one of the guards came to rescue.
"You have to leave this place, Sire. It's late at night and you deserve some rest…" the guard noted.
Yes, Marcus truly deserved some rest. He agreed with the guard and together, they left.
As Marcus laid on his bed, he couldn't help but think about Rose. In fact, he thought he wouldn't sleep but as luck would have it, he slept off.