Reincarnated as The Villain's Hound

[0.2] Authorization

The boy blinked at me, his fiery expression replaced with a thoughtful one. "I see," he said slowly, as if trying to process the metaphor. "So, I need to get proper authorization to see my friend, the prince?"

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. "That's right," I said. "Once you have that, you'll have no trouble entering the palace and seeing your friend."

The boy looked at the guard, then back at me, and finally nodded. "Very well,"

The boy rolled his eyes dramatically, his sarcasm dripping from his words. "Oh, of course, because friends need to go through chit chat authorization to see each other," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Ridiculous!"

I couldn't help but be taken aback by his blunt and familiar tone. It was a stark contrast to my own calculated and reserved demeanor. I exchanged a glance with the guard, who seemed equally surprised by the boy's sudden change in attitude.

The boy continued to complain, gesturing animatedly with his hands. "I've known the prince since we were kids!" he exclaimed. "We've sneaked out of the palace together, pulled pranks on the courtiers, and fought side by side in imaginary battles. And now I need a piece of paper to see him? Absurd!"

I raised an eyebrow, impressed by the boy's boldness and familiarity with the prince. It seemed that he and the prince shared a history that went beyond the formalities of courtly protocols.

The guard cleared his throat, interrupting the boy's rant. "I'm sorry, but rules are rules," he said firmly. "Even friends of the prince need to follow proper procedures to enter the palace."

The boy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. "Fine," he said, his tone still brimming with annoyance. "I'll get your precious authorization then, but mark my words, this won't be the end of it."

I couldn't help but smirk at the boy's fiery temperament. It was clear that he had a strong personality and wasn't afraid to speak his mind, even in the face of authority. It was a refreshing change from the usual courtly politeness that surrounded me.

As the boy stormed off in search of the elusive authorization, I turned to the guard with a nod of appreciation. "Thank you for handling that," I said, my voice composed and cool as always.

The guard chuckled, shaking his head. "Never a dull moment in the palace," he said with a grin. "That boy certainly knows how to make an entrance."

I nodded, watching as the boy disappeared around the corner, his determined stride and fierce expression etched in my mind. It seemed that my interactions in the palace were about to become even more interesting with the addition of this fiery, sarcastic Duke's son. I couldn't wait to see what other surprises he had in store for us.

I watched with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity as the Duke's son, whom I had previously dismissed as just another troublemaker, stormed into the palace with a bag of coins in hand. He demanded an audience with the prince, insisting that he had important business to discuss.

The guards tried to deter him, but the boy was persistent, waving the bag of coins in the air as if it was his trump card. His fierce expression and unwavering determination caught my attention, and I found myself drawn to the scene, curious to see how it would unfold.

With a sigh, I decided to intervene, knowing that the prince would not appreciate any disturbance in the palace. I approached the boy, my expression neutral but my irritation simmering underneath.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked, my voice calm and composed, though my annoyance was evident in my tone.

The boy turned towards me, his fiery gaze locking onto mine. "I demand to see the prince," he said defiantly, his hand gripping the bag of coins tightly.

I arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his display. "And what business do you have with the prince?" I inquired, crossing my arms over my chest.

The boy smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's between me and him," he replied cryptically, his confident stance not faltering.

I sighed inwardly, realizing that the boy was not easily dissuaded. "Very well," I said, relenting. "I will arrange for an audience with the prince, but I expect you to conduct yourself with proper decorum."

The boy nodded, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Of course, I wouldn't want to disappoint," he said with a wink, before striding towards the prince's chambers with the bag of coins clutched tightly in his hand.

I watched him go, my annoyance lingering, but also a growing sense of curiosity. This Duke's son was certainly proving to be more than meets the eye. I wondered what his true agenda was and why he was so adamant about seeing the prince. As I made my way to arrange the audience, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about this boy that intrigued me, and I had a feeling that his presence in the palace would bring about unforeseen challenges and complications.

As the Duke's son disappeared into the prince's chambers, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that I needed to keep an eye on him. Despite my initial annoyance with his intrusion, there was something about his boldness and curiosity that piqued my interest.

I followed him from a distance, observing as he engaged in a spirited conversation with the prince. Their voices were muffled, but I could see their animated gestures through the partially open door. The boy seemed to be explaining something to the prince with an air of confidence, while the prince listened intently, his expression inscrutable as always.

After a while, the boy emerged from the chambers, a triumphant grin on his face. He spotted me watching him and approached with a swagger in his step.

"So, do you know anything about how to treat a guest nicely?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes, his tone laden with sarcasm.

I raised an eyebrow, not amused by his remark. "As a matter of fact, I do," I replied coolly, my voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "It's called hospitality, and it's a basic social etiquette that-"

The boy interrupted me with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm sure you're an expert in hospitality," he said with a smirk. "Being the prince's loyal hound, you must have learned a thing or two about how to please your master."

I frowned, taken aback by his blunt and derogatory comment. "I am not the prince's hound," I retorted, my voice tinged with indignation. "I am his trusted advisor and confidante, and I serve him out of loyalty and duty, not as a mere pet."

The boy's smirk faded, and he regarded me with a more serious expression. "My apologies," he said, his tone softening slightly. "I didn't mean to offend you."

I sighed, realizing that the boy's brashness was just a facade, a defense mechanism to hide his true feelings. "Apology accepted," I said, my tone softening as well. "But you should know that the prince values loyalty and respect, and he doesn't take kindly to those who disrespect him or the palace."

The boy nodded, a flicker of genuine curiosity in his eyes. "I see," he said, his bravado momentarily subdued. "Well, I suppose I'll have to learn the ropes then, won't I?"

I nodded, impressed by his willingness to adapt and learn. "It would be wise," I said, my earlier annoyance dissipating as I recognized a familiar determination in the boy's eyes. "The palace is not a place for the faint-hearted, and those who don't understand its intricacies often find themselves in trouble."

The boy smirked, a glimmer of mischief returning to his eyes. "Trouble is my middle name," he said with a wink, before striding away with newfound confidence.

I watched him go, a mix of amusement and curiosity swirling within me. There was more to this Duke's son than met the eye, and I couldn't help but wonder how his presence would impact the already complex dynamics of the palace. Little did I know that this encounter was just the beginning of a series of events that would test my loyalty, challenge my beliefs, and ultimately change the course of my life forever.