Chapter Fifteen

It's been two weeks since I gave the idea of soap to the First Prince and The King.

I was sitting in an office now, it was small and bookshelves lined the walls. It was my new office. It had warm teak flooring, and the little wall paper you could see was cream colored. The bookshelves were of teak and the desk and chair was too. There was a two chairs in front of the desk, on each chair there was a cream colored cushion.

Why did I have an office? Well, the reason was because of the advice I had been giving the prince. Then with the stuff last time with me telling them how to fix that territory... Well needless to say they wanted me to keep suggesting things. Currently I was writing out careful instructions to help that territory, and would be overseeing the reform. I didn't really want to do it, but now I was officially a Royal Advisor. No options anymore, even if it had been originally my goal, this was a little too soon.

BAM! the door flew open and an aristocrat walked in. You knew because of the silk outfit that was clearly expensive. The man was old, thin and apparently very angry.

"You are one of the new advisors? What a disgrace!" He snarled at me almost instantly and I sighed, and put my pen down. I put away what I was working on calmly, and then gestured to one of the seats in front.

"Let me hear the complaints you have against me." I had placed a new piece of paper and had refilled my pen, and looked expectantly at the man. He flared in anger and started to rant.

"You aren't of noble birth, you even disgraced the prince by presuming to 'teach' him! You are a child and you presume to lecture nobles? And to top it off you are trying to reform my land! You should be hanged!" I clearly transcribed all his words to paper before raising my head.

"Is that all, Viscount Jule?" I ask cheerfully, and he swelled with anger. Yes this was the head of the territory of Jule, an old man leading them to ruin. I had to hand it to him though, I think he's more arrogant then me. S-shut up! It isn't very hard to do stop being mean!

The man swelled with anger, turned heel and stormed from the room in anger. I smiled and waved my hand in the bye-bye motion and sighed in relief when he was gone. I hate haughty nobles. Why did I ever agree to this? This job is going to make me grow grey hairs prematurely. Oh well, activate the 'doesn't give a' mode!