After surviving my first few hours without knocking over priceless antiques or getting exiled for disrespect, I finally allowed myself a moment of peace.
I stood in the grand hall, breathing in the sweet, lavender-scented air of victory.
Maybe... just maybe, I could handle this royal assistant thing.
Maybe—
BAM!
The double doors slammed open with the force of a thousand angry elephants.
And then she appeared.
A girl — probably around my age — with wild, wavy hair cascading down her shoulders like she just woke up (and didn't care), bright mischievous eyes, and the kind of presence that could set a whole castle on fire just by existing.
Seraphina.
The moment her boot stepped inside the hall, the room’s peaceful aura exploded into absolute chaos.
Somehow, I swear the chandeliers shook. The macaw flapped its wings in panic and bolted. Boris the royal dog, the strong, stoic agent-dog himself, whimpered and hid behind a curtain.
And me?
I just stood there like a deer caught in very luxurious, royal headlights.
She sauntered toward me with a confident swagger, stopping just an inch too close.
Her golden eyes sparkled mischievously as she gave me the once-over, arms crossed like she was sizing up a new toy she was about to break.
“You’re the newbie?” she said, grinning like the villain of a school play.
“Y-yeah...” I managed to squeak out. I could physically feel my future collapsing in front of me.
She tilted her head. “Hmmm. You look... breakable.”
What was that supposed to mean??
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Before I could defend my dignity, she yanked a scroll out of nowhere — a scroll I recognized immediately.
The contract.
I leaned in to glance at it. And then I blinked. And blinked again.
Written in bold, cursed letters under a small, barely noticeable "Special Assignments" section was a line that said:
“Subject to personal service of Princess Seraphina — Unconditional Obedience Clause.”
My jaw dropped.
“Wait, I didn’t sign for—”
But then I saw it.
There it was, clear as day: my stupid signature.
Right under the most terrifying line imaginable.
I slowly turned my head to face her.
She was smiling like the cat who just caught the biggest, juiciest mouse.
“You're mine now, newbie," she said proudly, slapping my back so hard I nearly tasted the royal carpet.
I swear I heard a thunderclap somewhere in the distance.
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The next thing I knew, I was being dragged — literally dragged — across marble floors, down luxurious hallways, past confused maids and terrified butlers.
Seraphina didn’t walk.
Seraphina stormed.
And I was nothing but a ragdoll caught in the hurricane.
“We’re gonna have so much fun!” she declared with the enthusiasm of someone announcing an imminent apocalypse.
“F-Fun?” I wheezed. “Define fun—”
Before I could finish, we barged into a massive room that looked like a mix between a princess’s dream and a war zone.
Clothes everywhere.
Pillows torn apart.
Somehow... a llama standing in the corner??
Was that a live llama?!
“Welcome to your battlefield!” she announced dramatically, throwing her arms wide.
“What battlefield?!” I cried, looking at the mess.
She grinned devilishly. “Your first mission: clean my room.”
I almost cried right there.
This wasn’t what I signed up for.
Or... technically, it was.
I remembered the Unconditional Obedience Clause and whimpered internally.
“Failure is not an option,” she added, wagging her finger like a strict sensei from an anime.
“If I find a single hair out of place... you’ll be sentenced to Death by Karaoke.”
I blinked. “Death by what—”
“KARAOKE,” she repeated, handing me a pink, sparkling microphone that had somehow appeared in her hand.
It was bedazzled within an inch of its life.
Even the llama looked at me pitifully.
At this point, I realized:
There was no escape.
The mature elder princess had welcomed me into a kingdom of grace and dignity.
Seraphina?
Seraphina had welcomed me into
a battlefield where only the strong — or the foolish — survived.
And sadly...
I was now part of it.
