I reach the palace and pass an order that a painter and royal doctor should be sent to my room immediately. I enter my royal chamber; as the royal doctor and painter come into my royal chamber, the royal doctor takes off my shirt; he starts bandaging the wound on my chest. I begin to describe that girl's eyes, so that the painter can craft an engaging painting of her eyes.
To get her painting done, I memorize and describe her eyes to the painter as if I've been watching her for years. Lucas gathers his all courage as he asks, “Your Highness! Why are you getting that mannerless girl's painting made?” I don't even bother to give a glance to him or reply to anything. Lucas gasps as he doesn't get any response from me. As the royal painter says, “It's done, my lord!” my eyes shimmer and I flash a wide grin as the painter gives me her painting. I observe that painting carefully and my heart swells with joy. I can not believe that the painter has made such a wonderful painting of her eyes. It's reminding me of her eyes—the way she was glaring into my eyes. I smirk as I commemorate every moment. Wrath rushes through my veins as I reminisce how she wounded my chest. I give that painting to Lucas as I order, “Go and find every single detail about her. Find her from anywhere. Whether you have to dig the ground or tear the sky.” As Lucas stares at that painting, he utters, “But my lord, there's only eyes. How will we find her just by her eyes in the whole Aetheria?” I glare at him as I shout, “That's your problem, not mine. Go and find everything about her as soon as possible.” Lucas gasps and bows before stepping outside my royal chamber. I clench my teeth together, recalling every single moment of her eyes. “You will regret attacking and giving this wound on my chest. I promise I'll make you regret it.” I march toward my caretaker, my nanny’s royal chamber. As I enter inside her royal chamber, “Nanny Rose,” I summon her. I hold her in high regard and love her deeply, considering her more of a motherly figure than a caretaker. She is the only person who cares about me and who I care about. Nanny Rose turns her head slightly to me and grins slowly, as the moment she catches my sight. She's dressed up like every other day, in a long black gown. “Sit my son,” she insists. I take a seat on one side of the bed, but her eyes lowers down to my chest and her smile fades away. “How did this happen? Someone wounded you. Who dared this, your highness? Tell me. I will kill that idiot.” “Don't worry. I'll punish that person soon,” I retort. “No one ever dared to stab your chest. That must be someone powerful and daring,” she states. I nod my head, “She is.” Her eyes pop out of its sockets. “She! A girl!” Her temple tenses in worry and surprise. I chuckle as I witness her expressions. “Forget about that,” I say. She sighs and renders me a glass of drink. “You were here for this. I know,” she says. I grin as I take that glass and devour it. I've been drinking this since I was child. Only nanny Rose can make this and I truly can't go a day without this drink. It works as a drug for me. “I don't know what this drink is, but I like it.” She flashes a wide grin as she retorts, “I know.” “I should be going then. I need to take a bath and relax. I'll talk to you later,” I declare. She nods and bow as I stand up. I make my way to the royal bathroom directly, to clean my body and my mind also. After undressing myself, I step inside the bathtub. At one end of the massive stone bathtub, a sculpted lion's head serves as a spout, from which water cascades into the tub in a gentle, soothing stream. The water reflects the soft glow of moonlight and candles. Suddenly, I feel a presence, as I open my eyes, my eyes meet with her dark blue eyes, shimmering in the moonlight. I blink, expecting the vision to vanish, but she remains. Is she truly here, in front of me? I can feel her warmth, the softness of her touch. Her wet blonde hair glues to her body, causing my pulse rate to increase. As I reach out my trembling hand; I remove a strand of her hair from her eyes, she shuts her eyes close. As I lean on her to grasp her waist, she fades like a mist in the morning sun. I glance at every corner of the bathroom; she's nowhere. “I was imagining her. What has happened to me?” Lucas appears out of the blue and bows his head in obeisance. I hawk gasping for breath and turn toward him. “What happened? How come you are suddenly here?” "Your highness! We have information about that girl,” Lucas informs. I scowl. "Who?" I ask, my chest moving up and down in cadence as I struggle to breath. Lucas takes a step toward me and informs, "That girl who attacked you with a sword and who wounded you on your chest." A smirk forms on my face as I recall the glimpse of her eyes. "She is a princess, Princess of Wantra, a small realm of Aetheria. She's a powerful and compassionate princess. Her name is Elara Stone.” “Elara,” I whisper. “Yes. People consider her as the most beautiful princess existing in the world. And..." Lucas pauses. “What?” I look back at him, raising my brows. Lucas gasps as he continues, "She is soon going to marry Sebastian Rivers.” I tighten my jaw in frustration and hold the bathtub’s edge as tight as it can be held. "When is it going to happen?" My breathing increases as fury consumes my body. Lucas shakes his head as he says, "They haven't decided yet but they both like each other. It is known from sources that both of them are going to meet again in a few days. There's a huge celebration for the King’s birthday." “Aren't we ruling over Wantra?” I ask, turning my body slightly to face him. “Not yet. It's just a small realm. It didn't catch your attention before.” “How many days would it take for us to go there?” “Approximately ten days if we go by steeds, four-five days if we take water routes, but there's a secret cave. By using that cave we can reach Wantra in just two days,” he retorts. I smirk, as I get to know that. "Get ready. We are going there." My heart is burning in rage. I am wanting to tear Sebestian into pieces. “If they are meeting then I should also go there to meet all of them.”As I enter my royal chamber, I embrace Julie in a tight hug, my cheeks must have turned red like a tomato. I'm blushing for sure. Julie gets stunned by my sudden hug and asks, “What happened? Are you okay?” I pull away from the hug. My eyes shimmer, heat rising to my cheeks. Flashing a wide grin to her, I proclaim, “I said yes to him, for marriage.” Julie's mouth drops open. She is stunned hearing that from my mouth. “What! Why? I mean…you said you don't want to get married to anyone,” she says in surprise. “The one who was saying an hour ago that she does not want to marry anyone, is now herself saying yes to marriage. That's unbelievable!” I chuckle and turn slightly as I begin to tell her, “Yes, I said that I don't want to marry anyone at that time, because back then I hadn't met him. He's intelligent, powerful, and strong. I think I'll not regret marrying him. He won my heart.” I turn back to her as I continue, “ And you know he threw the apple in the air, shot the arrow,
Both of us, Lucas and I disguise ourselves as common people and leave the capital Aetheron; and soon, by the cave, we reach Wantra. Standing atop the hill, my eyes get mesmerized by the beauty of Wantra. It looks completely opposite to Aetheron. The grand structure appears like a dream carved into the mountainside. The palace seems to grow out of the cliffs, its pale stone walls glowing softly in the light of the setting sun. Every arch and dome is delicately crafted, blending seamlessly with the natural beauty surrounding it. The building rests on the edge of a steep drop, with its balconies hanging over the abyss below. From where I stand, I can see the lush white trees framing the palace, their branches brushing against the ancient stone. A narrow path winds up to the entrance, almost hidden among the rocks and foliage. Below, a river winds its way through the valley, its surface reflecting the soft pinks and oranges of the sky. The water glitters like a ribbon of light, adding
"Where are my parents?" I ask my aunt Margaret as tears start brimming from my eyes. There's a celebration today in my school; every student's parents are coming today, and I have no idea about my parents. In my fifteen years of life, I've only seen their pictures. Margaret never tells me about them. But my patience has reached its high; I can't wait anymore, I want to meet my parents. Margaret turns her face, diverting her gaze away as she utters, "Miss Amelia Dawn. Go to your school first. I'll come there. Don't think about such useless things." Without giving a decent explanation, she goes outside of the room, leaving me alone there with my abrupt questions. "Mom…dad…I only saw you in photos. Where are you? Why did you leave me alone here?" As a tear rolls down on my cheek, the corners of my mouth are drawn downward, the intense amount of misery I'm feeling as an orphan; only I can understand that. "I don't want to go to school, but I don't have any other option. I have to g
In my throne room with black marble floors and towering obsidian pillars; I am sitting on my throne (studded with gems) wearing a majestic robe of deepest black velvet, trimmed with gold and encrusted with jewels that glimmer in the light. Beneath the robe, garments of deepest black, tailored and adorned with intricate gold patterns that speak of my status as ruler. My gold crown gleams atop my head, a symbol of my sovereignty and dominion over the whole Aetheria. My fixed gaze over the man who's on his knees in front of me, tied with heavy metal chains, is piercing that man's soul. He knows what's about to come and it's delighting me that the terror of my presence is showing in his eyes, haunting him. Lucas Irons, the prime minister of the Aetheria and the most faithful person to me, takes a step forward to the man as he says, “Your Highness, this man was spotted stealing food from the royal kitchen. What should we do with this man?” As I stand up, I take a grip on my sword and st
I was fifteen when I found myself thrust into the mysterious world of Wantra and now it has been five years since I came here. Now I'm twenty years old. I learnt fencing, diplomacy, leadership skills, to become a prominent queen. One day, I heard about the Celestia Bloom flower and I decided to go to Aetheron and take the Celestia Bloom flower, as it can only be found in Aetheron, the capital of Aetheria; I wanted to have that flower because no one could ever pluck it, and I wanted to gift it to my father on his birthday. Father doesn't know why I suddenly wanted to go to Aetheron. I just lied that I want to explore the Capital of Aetheria. Now, I and Julie reach our palace as soon as we can; it takes a few days for us to reach Wantra from Aetheron through the royal ship. Julie is my special court lady and my best friend too, she became my court lady at the age of fifteen; our friendship is genuine even when one is princess and the other is court lady. Julie turns her face to m