Peasant (Zane X Reader) - {COMPLETED}

Chapter 23

Your P.O.V

Today was one of the days that Zane had a meeting.

I was tiredly standing in the corner of the meeting hall as Zane conversed with the king and princess at the head of the table.

A group of diplomats, rich snobs, and other people with power also attended, and Tu'la has such an... interesting... style.

A woman walked by and plucked a wine glass from my tray, a set of small monarch butterfly wings on her back, a huge orange rose on the side of her head, and a giant orange tutu that was over her black lace tights.

She walked away as she sipped it, and I grimaced at the abnormally large bow on her lower back.

Her black heels clicked against the ground as she hooked arms with a man wearing a black suit and a neon purple undershirt and white tie.

A few more laughs and conversations were shared before they all sat down at the middle table, jokes and laughs aside.

The princess sat down beside Zane and scooted her chair closer to his as they settled in, making me flush red in anger.

I quickly composed myself and continued to hold the tray, only two glasses of wine remaining.

"Thank you all for joining me today. I know the trek here must be long and tiring, but I am pleased that you've all taken the time to join me and talk about his country." Then he delved into many different topics; from foreign relations to the army, they talked about anything and everything that involved Tu'la.

I couldn't help but feel myself want to fall asleep, yet I couldn't, so I had to try my hardest to stand up straight and wait it out.

He went on and on and on and on about the political issues currently effecting Tu'la, and a woman chuckled as the king joked about poverty, and I only internally grimaced.

All they talked about was politics and wars and money and rich people struggles and other boring crap like that. It was the most tiring thing I think I've ever had to sit through.

This is torture...

Then a clap made me snap out of my daze, and I saw that it was the woman from earlier.

I quickly hurried over to her and reached my tray out for her, to which she grabbed a wine glass and started sipping from that one as well.

Alcoholic much?

I sweat-dropped and went back to where I was originally standing, watching the woman intently.

I'm getting a bad vibe from her...

I shook it off as paranoia, yet I didn't lose my wary aura.

I adjusted my glasses out of boredom and fiddled with my dress as a way to pass the time. It proved fruitless as this conversation went on for another hour before I heard another clap.

It took me a second to find out where it was coming from.

The princesses hands were still raised from after her clapping, and she gave me a skeptical look as I felt my face heat up, suddenly feeling very small in her intimidating gaze.

I quickly shuffled over to where she was and held my tray out to her as I did so.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a glass before taking a sip, her blonde hair waving as she turned her head.

She took a small sip before holding the glass over the floor.

She loosened her grip on the cup and it went falling to the floor, wine and all.