Chapter 329: Lunch tastes like politics.
Roland returned to the royal castle rather quickly after funeral. He left before the coffin was lowered into the ground, whisked away at the sighting of a grass green snake slithering on the burial grounds. Neither he nor his men noticed a moving shadow, escaping as the same time as they did after releasing the snake.
He strolled into the castle like a man on a mission and Jesting had no choice but to keep up with his energetic master.
"We have started making arrangements for the special welcome back dinner you instructed us to prepare for the crown princess your highness." He said through pants.
Roland heard the sound and he slowed down.
Relived, Jesting bent and took a deep breath. "I am getting too old for this." he muttered.
Roland turned around when the words skirted past his ears. He looked at his old butler with a modicum of remorse in his eyes. It was sometimes lost on him that Jesting was no longer the robust butler he once was. His neat silver hair was thinner than it used to be. He had a ridiculous mustache that curled at ends, having adopted to the style of other butlers in the capital.
His movements were slower and his hands shakier, with brown spots which were not there before. Roland could not help thinking that perhaps some fairy dew water could do some good for this faithful companion of his. That and retirement.
"Jesting," he walked back to the butler that had a hand on the wall and another on the cane. "Are you alright?"