Rafal immediately lowered his head and started talking like a parrot. "Not at all, Your Highness. I am used to doing my things on my own. My family’s Head Butler is acting ahead of himself due to ignorance. If I had known, I would have stopped him already. I will return home at this instant and tell Orian that he could work in the palace—."
"No need."
"Huh?" Rafal looked at Arlan as if he heard something wrong. "No need?"
"Let him be."
"Uhm..."
"I have my own plans. Treat him as you would a real servant."
"Yes, Your Highness," Rafal said promptly, though in his mind he was yelling, ’I would not dare!’
"And tell the butler to arrange a separate room for him. He won’t be sharing quarters with other servants."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Inform your House that they will be given the privilege of my presence gracing your residence in the next six days."
Rafal understood what Arlan meant. "All the preparation of Your Highness’s stay will be made at the Ahrens and secrecy would be maintained."
"I would prefer to have him as my personal aide when I am there."
"Understood, Your Highness."
"Also, about your long vacation?"
"I will consider His Highness never said it," Rafal replied calmly.
Arlan nodded in satisfaction. "You can leave now."
After the royal knights left his study, Arlan picked up the scroll he was reading earlier.
His butler, Roman, asked, "When shall I arrange your things to be sent to the Count’s residence?"
"I will leave for the Ahrens tonight."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Both Roman and Lucas watched their master’s expression turn playful in an evil way.
Oriana was currently going through one of the side chambers belonging to the temporary bedchamber of the Third Young Master of the Ahrens. She was wiping down the dressers and arranging the clean clothes within the wardrobe. freewebnøvel.com
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