As they entered the castle door, they saw a group of soldiers waiting for them. "Okay everyone. I want you to form a single queue!" shouted one soldier. They followed the command and the soldier continued. "As you have noticed, there is a basket in front of you all. As you did in the house, you are to pick a paper to decide your actual job for the next fifteen years. If you want to change your job, you can. Any questions?" No one raised their hand, so the soldiers gave the order and they started picking the papers. After about two aethons(hours) it was finally Draken's turn to choose. He walked over to the basket, put his hand in, and pulled out a piece of paper. He then walked over to the man at the table. The man opened it and opened his mouth in awe when he saw Draken. He then called another soldier. He then whispered in his ear, "Get me General Achilles now." He then turned to Draken and directed him to stand in a corner by himself. After a few minutes, the soldier returned. "Where is he?" asked the soldier. "He said if it's about a captive boy then we should let him be," replied the soldier. He stared at the soldier briefly and called the boy to join a group of the slave girls. After five aethons, they had all picked their jobs. When they had finished, they were all ordered to stand in lines and to bow when they heard the trumpets.
After waiting for a few nimixs(minutes), they heard the sound of trumpets blaring behind two grand gates. Hearing this, the girls bowed their heads, but Draken fell on one knee and bowed his head. Just then, a man came and stood in front of the gates and announced, "Presenting the royal family of Elyria." he began. Hearing this, Draken said in his mind, "This has to be the worst royal family introductions I've ever heard."
"King Ozzy Beckett II," continued the man, and out came a man who looked like he had just turned forty-five. "Queen Lysteria Estelle," added the announcer, and out came a beautiful middle-aged looking woman. "Princess Ruby Elysa, Princess Remi Elise, and Princess Calantha Estelle," added the announcer. After he said this, three beautiful girls came out and stood next to their parents. "And finally, Prince Beckett Everett." The words did not leave his mouth, and out rushed a young boy. "Finally. I thought I would never get called on," he said. After the boy had joined his family, they got back to business. "At ease," said the queen. The slave girls raised their heads, and Draken stood up from the ground. The queen then proceeded to give a long speech about their jobs.
"We want you all to know that we don't take you to be slaves. You are more like servants than slaves. You will also thus be treated as such. All we need from you is for you to follow the castle rules. Thank you all very much for listening." The Queen clapped her hands and some men rushed out to group the new servants. "Kitchen workers here!" shouted one man. "Cleaners here!" shouted another. They kept grouping until one shouted,, "Royal servers!" Draken then rushed through the crowd and made it to the man who called for the royal workers. When he got there, the man looked displeased to see him. "What are you doing here, boy?" asked the man. "I got this job, sir," Draken responded. "But that's impossible!!" exclaimed the man. "You're lying!!" he added. "But it's true!" Draken said, trying to explain his case. The king saw the commotion and decided to check it out. "What's going on here?" asked the king. Draken, hearing the king's voice, fell on his knee. "I like this boy already," he thought. "What seems to be the problem here?" asked the king again. "My king, this slave boy claims to have got a job as a royal server," answered the man who was beefing with Draken. The man who was expecting Draken to talk back was displeased to see that Draken did not utter a word. "Well, young man, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked the king. Still in a bowing position, Draken responds, "My king, I have not lied or swindled my way here. I just kept picking jobs which you deem are for 'girls' but who am I to reject the decision of the goddess Zara, even if it is for girls she expects me to do it." The king looks at him and smiles, and says, "I'll allow it. I'll send you the royal you would work for." He then turns away and leaves. The man then turns towards the still-bowing Draken, and with a ton of hate in his voice says, "You're lucky, but remember, if you don't change this job of yours, I'm gonna make it a living hell for you." Draken still did not utter a word. After everybody had been grouped, they were dispersed, but instead of discussing their jobs, the question on everybody's mind was, "Why was that boy still bowing?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," said one of the castle guards. "What's the problem young soldier. "Sir, it has been almost two aethons and that boy hasn't moved or responded to anyone. The king smiled, stood up and started moving towards the place where the newcomers had grouped up. "Get me Princess Estelle now!" he ordered as he marched out of his personal room.
The king got over to the place and saw that, indeed, Draken had not moved an inch. The king then went over to Draken and said, "You may rise young man." Draken stood up and looked at the king. The king then put his hand on Draken's shoulder and said, "I love your respect, young man, so I think I've got the perfect person you would serve for the next fifteen years." Just then, one of the princesses rushed out and stood next to her father. "Yes, father, you called me," said the princess."Yes, Estelle. I think I found the person who would serve you for the next fifteen years," responded the king. "This is... What's your name again young man?" asked the king. "My name is Draken Guddiale," he replied. "Okay Draken, I am going to leave you two together to get to attend to something," said the king as he left. They both raised their heads and looked at their faces for the first time.
Estelle shifted her weight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at the boy who had out-waited the sun. "Hi," she whispered. Draken met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "Hi."