HER MAJESTY'S LIFE

Regaleria Mansion (Present)   “Your Highness...” Lady Faye lowered her head in acknowledgment of Prince Ruen’s arrival in the main kitchen. Seeing the crown prince in such a place wasn’t new to her and she knew exactly the reasons why even without him saying a word. He stopped right beside the Head Servant who was sitting at the center table carefully placing white roses in a porcelain vase. His cold, domineering eyes scanned the whole place. The room immediately fell silent. Maidservants, errand boys, and the chief cook, without a second thought, skittered out of the room to provide the two some privacy. “Faye, where is she?” he curtly asked the moment they were alone. She smiled slightly in response. Although he specifically didn’t mention a name, she knew exactly who he wa

Lianne never gave a word about last night, even with Lady Faye’s questioning. When she was informed that King Garlow had summoned her to his study room, she didn’t think twice of going there, instead, she decided to lock herself in her room feigning that she was feeling ill. Lady Faye wasn’t surprised by her behavior though. Of all the people living in Garlow’s kingdom, she’d be the first to openly display her hatred of him, and Garlow knew it fully well to his apparent amusement. It was morning the next day when she came out of her room. It seems as though the maidservants weren’t troubling her with annoying questions anymore, much to her relief. “Nahhh, you’re kidding! Are you sure of it?” one maidservant named Erza squealed in disbelief while dusting off the window panes of the kitchen room. Loretta, the second maidservant cleaning the dishes i

So, three days after their deal, Cain started training her to ride. The very black colt that Lianne had befriended when she was the age of twelve had been shipped to one of Garlow’s chateau to her dejection. Cain instead gave her a stallion, straight from the Soulisse mansion, handpicked by Cain himself for the princess to ride, and it was a pure white Hanoverian horse; tall and slender, with strong limbs and robust, powerful body - exactly a trainable horse that was perfect for the princess. She immediately named the young creature, Arinna. For the first four weeks, they trained basics at the stables. Although Lord Cain had to attend an invitation to a party at Chateau de Roxe, a day ride from the Soulisse Mansion to the chateau, and another day back to the mansion, Lianne didn’t stop herself from practicing. He didn’t return until seven days later, after which they resumed their training which progressed to more complex r

It was the turn of a new year. Two nights ago, there was a blizzard that visited the Regaleria Kingdom. Snow falling heavily on the sky covering every track visible. The lush green mountains transformed into white crystal cones, bald trees seen everywhere, and even the beach that once boast its blue-green vibrant color changed into ice. Apparently, King Garlow hated snow. That was the only thing that Lianne agreed about him. The pureness of the white snow didn’t suit the stark contrast of his dark demeanor. Winter always visited the kingdom every year, and Lianne knew this was the only time that drives the King out of his own castle. Just five days ago, he left for Arlington along with Lord Jared which was just two days sea voyage away from Regaleria. He had another chateau there which was half the size of the Regaleria mansion. At this time of year, Arlington had an opposite weather, warm sunlight with easy breeze

The new general had instantaneously made a mark and earned the respects of the soldiers that once were his father’s troops and without a doubt, Cain became a favorite general of the Regaleria Kingdom owing to his looks, skills, and the fact that he was younger than the other generals of King Garlow. Quickly, he became the front liner of the regiment and the head of battle strategies and command. No one would dare object such a decision though, for the other generals themselves admitted that Cain truly was one skillful warrior in battle. He ultimately became the major general of the group in just a span of eight months. Being this much popular had busied him every day but what somehow kept his time more was the one command Garlow had specifically assigned for him to do and it was the re-excavation of the cave in the City of Olga; the very cave his father died in. If it wasn’t because of this particular order, he would have been in