Seduce the hero's mother (GL)

The Kronprinz only noticed her when he gave the order. Until then, the boy did not know how long she had been here.

— You…! — spat out angrily,» What the hell are you doing here!

— Your Highness,» Serge bowed back, «I\'ve come to serve you.

— Serve…?! Who asked you to do that?

— I wanted to.

The prince became numb with indignation.

Do they really recruit just anyone in this house? Even random people off the street? There was no other way to explain what this girl was doing here!

Philip expected their first and last meeting to have taken place in that slum. And the boy was safely going to forget about it as a nightmare — when he returned to secular society again. But no…!

The boy clenched his teeth.

— I didn\'t give you permission to follow me. Get out at once!

— Your Highness, I… I can\'t do that.

— What?!

Serg lowered her gaze to the floor.

— I had to go to a great deal of effort to get myself into this place and meet you,» she admitted, «So… I can\'t just leave now.

Philip flashed.

— Yes, you can! — If I order you, they\'ll have you thrown out of this house in a moment.

Serge was frightened by his declaration.

— Your Highness! — Please don\'t send me away!

— And why should I not?

— I…» Serge even collapsed on the floor to show her sincerity, «I ask your permission to serve you for the rest of my days! I promise that you will not find a man more loyal to me.

Philip snorted.

— Ha! And why should I need the loyalty of someone like you?

— I… I swear to do your every bidding! — She parried.

— And without you, plenty of people will do it.

Serge hesitated. It remained more than obvious that the crown prince was not eager to leave her by his side. It would have been more sensible and safer to leave right now. In that case, at least she would save her life. And if she continued to piss him off like that…

What does she care, anyway? The life of a commoner like Serge was already of little value. The girl was willing to risk anything to fulfill her dream and stay close to him.

On that basis, even when Philippe made it clear that he did not need her, Serge continued to kneel. The guy himself was terribly annoyed by this.

He had the good fortune to meet this clingy girl on his own head…

Maybe he should just kill her and get it over with quickly.

But at the moment when the crown prince was thinking about it, there was an unexpected incident: one of the maids who was clearing the dirty dishes from the table — accidentally knocked over a glass of wine. The drink got right on the boy\'s clothes and ruined his suit.

When Philip noticed it, he got terribly angry.

— What are you doing?

The frightened girl trembled from head to foot. In a moment she bowed her head.

— Y-Your Highness, I beg your pardon! — she babbled, «I–I accidentally…!

— «Accidentally?» You ruined my favorite costume and now you say it was an accident?!

The maid was struck speechless by the crown prince\'s shout.

— I–I-I… I–I…

The guy didn\'t wait for her excuses.

— You\'re fired! — He declared, «Don\'t you ever show your face to me again.

She was embarrassed to be fired so soon and for so little reason. Was one ruined jacket worth all this commotion? At the very least-the crown prince still had plenty of similar suits. But there was no way the maid could stand up for herself and just kept quiet.

Eventually the elderly butler, standing to the side, decided to intercede for her.

— Your Highness,» the old man turned to the crown prince, «Please show mercy this time.

— What…?!

— This maid has only recently settled in the manor and is still inexperienced. If you turn a blind eye to this little incident, it will surely not happen again in the future.

— You…» Philip grinned with cold fury, «You dare to tell me how to do business now?

— I merely believe that a true ruler must be more generous to his subjects,» the butler said calmly.

These words made the crown prince lose his temper. He got up slowly from the table.

Philip could not believe that some old man had the audacity to say such a thing to him. Who, after all, did he think he was in this house?!

The king\'s eldest son and the true heir to the Blanche dynasty-no one in the empire was his equal. How could anyone in this country even look down on him? Much less a pathetic commoner like him.

Until then, Philip had not given much thought to the attitude of the servants in this house. But this time, the last straw of patience had run out.

— Apologize,» the prince ordered, «If you admit you were wrong, maybe this time you\'ll be lucky.

— But I do not think I was mistaken.

The insolence of this old man stunned Philip.

— Did he really? — He grinned.

— Your Highness, even the previous king was more merciful and did not punish people for nothing. Should you not follow his example?

After the butler mentioned his father, Philip utterly lost his temper. How dare that worm say anything at all about the Imperial family!

The crown prince stepped away for only a few minutes and brought with him a new «toy» — a latest model shotgun given to him by his master of the house for self-defense. It turned out to be much more effective than the usual sword.

However, the boy had never had a chance to use it before. Now was the right time. To show these lowlifes who was really in charge in this house.

— I\'m sorry,» Philip grinned before he pulled the trigger, «but it\'s not your fault you\'re such an idiot.

The elderly butler didn\'t even move, and seemed ready to accept his death.

— Your Highness, one day you will have to regret this.

The last words he uttered before a shot rang out in the drawing room.

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All the servants present were terribly frightened, but they could not even shout: so as not to make the crown prince even more angry. The bloodied corpse of the butler was in front of everyone\'s eyes.

Philip smiled rather smugly. Then he turned to Serge, who was also trembling and silent.

— Well? Do you still want to serve me? — he asked.

***

In the middle of the day, the main street of the capital Kronos — was almost always crowded with people. Most of them were commoners going about their business. But occasionally there were aristocrats.

Among the motley crowd of onlookers a pretty pink figure glimpsed. She was wrapped head to toe in a cloak so that no one would recognize her.

Camilla had barely managed to get out of the palace this morning. And so not a moment was lost. If she stays too long, the queen is bound to get suspicious.

So, bypassing the entertainment and shops with goods — the viscount\'s daughter went to the tent of dubious origin. As usual, there was a small crowd of people hanging around. However, the girl bypassed them all and no one even managed to argue.

For some unknown reason — this pretty beauty looked rather threatening.

Camille walked into the fortuneteller\'s tent: herself still not believing that she had actually shown up at such a place.

Until then, Camille had despised fortune-telling and other other otherworldly things. She thought it was just a trick for naive fools. Besides, her real mother had also worked part-time in a similar profession.

Viscount Fernandez met her by chance in a brothel — when a beautiful woman in a shawl suggested that he discover his destiny. He agreed, and their communication subsequently developed into a closer relationship.

Which the viscount himself later deeply regretted.

Their brief «communication» resulted in the woman\'s pregnancy. Eventually, she left the child with him and ran away. That\'s when the viscount thought that the fortune-teller had really cursed him. After all, the child out of wedlock ended up bringing him a lot of trouble.

Based on the past, that was another reason — why Camille didn\'t want to get involved with these people. But who knew that after all these years she would still have to use their help?

Camilla\'s beauty and innate charm didn\'t work for Her Majesty one bit. And the girl decided that this was her last opportunity.

The aristocrat looked around the tent with a kind of disgust: noticing that it did indeed look squalid. However, that was not the most important thing right now.

Without even saying hello, the viscount\'s daughter declared:

— Sell me a love potion.

The toothless old woman at the table smiled at her.

— What kind of potion? — she clarified.

Camille was squeamish, but sat down in the chair across from her. Straightforwardly she demanded:

— A potion that would make another person fall in love with me.

The old woman was either really surprised or just pretending.

— You\'re a beautiful girl. Do you have a problem with that?

Camille snorted.

— If it were that simple, I never would have come to you.

— Hmm…» she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, «So you really need a potion like that?

Camilla was angry because she thought she was wasting her time.

— I\'ve already told you! — So do you have it or not?

The fortuneteller gave her a strange look. Then she slowly pronounced:

— Such a potion does not exist in nature.

— Really?! — She was terribly disappointed.

— But you can use another one.

The old woman suddenly said this, and then pulled out a vial of liquid from behind her desk. It was as clear as water: which confused the girl.

— And what is that? — She said indignantly, «Are you trying to trick me into drinking plain water?

— No,» the woman shook her head. «It is a potion.

— A potion…? — she asked again, surprised.

— Water from the River of Oblivion, to be exact.

«River of Oblivion…?» This was the first time Camilla had ever heard of such a place.

— And what does it do? — The noblewoman asked suspiciously.

— You\'ll see for yourself.

— You\'ll see for yourself. What?

— For the potion to work, put a drop of your blood in the water and give it to the person you want to use it on.

Camilla stumbled. She had originally walked here without much expectation, but found herself really surprised that a fortune teller from the street would roll something like this out in front of her.

Sure, it sounded rather suspicious… But then again, did she still have a choice?

— Mind you,» the girl narrowed her eyes, «If this is a hoax, I\'ll come back and behead you myself.

— Don\'t be,» she smiled, «I\'m sure that won\'t happen.

Camilla took the dubious vial and was about to hand her the money when the fortune-teller suddenly refused it.

— I\'ll be interested in just watching it.

— Wha…?

— The result is much more important than the money,» she uttered a strange retort. Camille did not quite understand her.

And in the meantime, the girl was still haunted by vague doubts. Even with the potion… Would she be able to achieve what she wanted?

But the old woman suddenly said:

— You can rest assured.

— What…?

— You have a good future,» she announced.

The aristocrat did not understand at first what she meant, but then she noticed for the first time the crystal ball on the surface of the table. Such a thing was new to the viscount\'s daughter.

Camilla looked at the surface of the vessel and involuntarily let out a sigh. This is …!

Inside the ball the girl saw herself. She was wearing an imperial robe and a crown on her head. But most importantly… Rachel was standing next to her, smiling. Her gaze was filled with a tenderness she had never seen toward herself before.

Camille realized: that she had seen her own wedding to Her Majesty. And it made her heart skip a beat.