Amid mystery and oppression, a maid who desires fortune catches the eye of the charismatic prince, but to survive her adversaries, she must deny him her heart, even as, a dark history is revealed that changes everything after she encounters an entity believed to be just a legend.
Lihat lebih banyakShe was ecstatic about reaching her destination. As the smaller, bland-looking cottages behind her gradually blurred and grand ones came into sight along the river, she knew she was close to the part of the village occupied by the affluent. The kingdom of Upland exhibited a marvelous cerulean sky, vivid as her simple dress made vibrant by the host of colors in mixed pieces of cloth, patched together to form the dress that flawlessly covered her beautiful figure.
Favored by youth, she tenaciously rowed forward, drifting past trees, grasses, paddling ducks, folks on horses as well as feet and birds flying over the river until finally, her destination, admirable, appeared closely before her.
It was a stone-walled one-story cottage that proudly overlooked the river and had a wooden dock protruding from its shore, its jutting edge, welcoming. Wrapped around the house was a short sturdy-looking wooden fence with medium post gaps. The fence housed an orchard with climbing vines resting across it in haphazard positions so that amidst different flowers with varying heights around in the yard, the house gave off a pleasant presence.
Amber beamed, admiring the sight even as she aimed the tail of her canoe at the dock. As the dock drew closer, she maneuvered the canoe to a slow cruise, rose, and moved close to the bow seat where she slowly brought the canoe to a side of the dock. With little impact, it collided side by side with the dock and she hastily slipped the paddle underneath the seats before grabbing the free end of a rope attached to the stern. Securely, she tied the free end of the rope to one of the anchoring poles at the dock and climbed onto it in the plain sunburnt catapult sandals that encased her feet.
Without much ado, she sauntered forward, heading towards the house. At the entrance of the fence, she pushed the gate open and let herself into the yard, seizing a moment to admire the compound. It had an immaculate lawn with lavender flowers marking a clean walkway that ran directly to the porch stairs which led to the brawny front door of the house.
Amber was beginning to feel some awe. As a result, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, exhaled, and continued forward, straight up to the front door. The knock she gave returned a faint sound, hence she knocked again with more power but it was the same. Amber stepped back and noticed the pull cord doorbell made of brass.
Mentally chastising herself for not noticing it earlier, she reached for the cord and pulled it, ringing the bell which emitted an unpleasant chime that had her protecting her ears with her hands.
A few seconds passed with no response hence, she reached for the cord again but was interrupted by a squeak from the door as it was slightly opened from the inside by Cressida, a young frustrated-looking woman of about 30 with sharp features. Cressida poked her head through the slightly open door and saw Amber who was giving her a friendly smile.
“Hello,” Amber said, “my name is Amber and I am to be a new help.”
“A child?” asked Cressida, eyeing Amber from head to toe.
Amber couldn’t tell if Cressida really expected a reply or if she was just wondering out loud.
“A girl,” she replied since they were the only words that came to her.
Cressida’s brows shot up, not expecting that.
“Smart mouth? Too bad it will be humbled here.”
Amber threw her a puzzled look, wondering what she meant but without another word, Cressida pulled the door wide open and stepped aside. Amber then noticed a packed box standing somewhere adjacent to her and before she could try to contemplate what was going on, Cressida introduced herself matter-of-factly.
“I’m Cressida, ex-maid as of now.”
“Oh, I see,” Amber said, “but wait a minute, you had to live here?”
She was horrified by the idea because she couldn’t bear the thought of staying away from her mother. It had never happened before and she wouldn’t know what to expect. She did not even want to know.
“The job demands it,” replied Cressida. “Come inside.”
“I cannot leave my mother.” Amber declared but Cressida looked unconcerned.
“Not my problem.”
Cressida proceeded to take the handle of her box and Amber stepped inside the house, at once, momentarily lost in admiration of the interior which was remarkable, capped with beautiful settees and ornate curtains. On the wall inside the parlor were different painted portraits. Amber’s eyes lingered on the portrait of a grand-looking castle with a sprawling space in its gates. Taking her eyes off the portrait, she looked around and saw a flight of steps leading up to closed doors. The house managed to present a look of unfussiness, she thought.
Amber noticed that Cressida, with folded arms, had been studying her with a somewhat pitiful look in her eyes which she found strange. Notwithstanding, Amber shot her a smile.
“It is beautiful, this house.” She said, airing her view.
With a wry smile, Cressida gave the house a once over.
“Not all that glitter is gold. I’ll give you a word of advice.”
She beckoned Amber closer and Amber drew near her, interested in whatever she had to say. She believed that she might get a good tip to help her work since Cressida had the experience unlike herself, a would-be first-time maid.
“If you can live here,” Cressida whispered, “You can live anywhere…”
“Ahem!”
Her advice was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was the kind of throat clearing, deliberately done to announce one’s presence or better still, send some kind of ominous warning. At once, Amber and Cressida’s eyes followed the sound which had come from the top of the stairs and rested on Isis, an elegant and attractive woman in her fifties. Amber knew about her from a distance. It was what the whole of Upland knew.
Isis was the wealthy widow of the former Judge of Upland. After the king, she was considered the richest person in the kingdom. She had a smirk on her face as she fixed her gaze on Cressida.
“You shouldn’t teach my prospective maid to gossip.” She said sharply and Cressida gave Amber that pitiful look again.
“Be strong.” She murmured and then looked up at Isis. “I was just leaving.”
“Goodbye,” Isis said coldly and Cressida took one last look at Amber like she had more to say but instead, she started to leave with her box. Amber watched her go, lost in confusion until she heard Isis’s voice sweetly calling out to her.
“You down there, honey.”
Amber looked up to see Isis smiling down at her. She returned the smile and introduced herself.
“My name is Amber.”
“Sweet Amber,” said Isis. “Can you please shut the door behind that thing? Thank you.”
Amber’s face slowly lost the smile as inwardly, she disapproved of the insult. Notwithstanding, she walked to the door, shut it, and turned around to find that Isis had started down the stairs, seemingly all business now with a serious look on her face. Good, Amber thought, because in all seriousness, she had to let the woman know she had no intention of living there as Cressida had done.
“Let’s talk” Isis began, “are you a good girl, hardworking, able to clean, wash, and live here?”
“Yes to all but one. I cannot leave my mother.”
By now Isis had reached downstairs and they were approaching each other.
“What villager wouldn’t feel lucky to live here?” asked Isis. “Is your mother disabled, sick, dying?”
“No. I like this house.” Amber replied honestly. “It is pretty but I just want to be able to go back to my mother. I will miss her.”
“How touching,” Isis said with mock pity and Amber felt uneasiness creeping over her. Forlorn, she watched as
Isis started back towards the stairs. “Come back when you’re grown up.” The woman threw over her shoulders with a note of finality and Amber was overwhelmed with dismay at the thought of losing the job opportunity.
“No wait. Please we need the money,” she confessed desperately as she considered her dear mother. Isis paused in her tracks, right on the second step, and turned to face her.
“Good girl,” she said.
“As long as I can go visit her,” said Amber and this was nonnegotiable, her heart decided.
“Saturdays through Sundays,” declared Isis, “Take it or leave it.”
“That will make you my guardian?” was Amber’s tentative question.
“Exactly Amber, what else could it be?” Isis responded and continued up the stairs. “You have until the end of the day to make up your mind or I’ll be considering another.”
Amber was lost in her struggle to decide the unpleasant situation and she thought hard. This was unexpected. Yes, it was a beautiful place but how could she stay away from her mother and see her only on weekends?
She had been thrilled about earning a living for both of them but now she felt all her verve slowly leaving her. There was a tiny consolation in the opportunity to see her mother at weekends but right now all she felt was emptiness and fear of the unknown.
A few seconds later, the four were standing outside in front of Mermaid’s fish-shaped pool. Rhea had her things in hand and a mist had covered the pool. The mist came together, forming a small twirling water tornado, the size of an adult human. Rhea was nervous. “That water tornado will take you home,” said Mermaid. “I am petrified.” “Close your eyes and jump in. If you waste any more time, you will be stuck in this place forever.” Mermaid told her. The Mermen exchanged horrified glances at the idea and Rhea eyed them with displeasure, knowing what they were thinking. Well, she was sure she didn’t want that to happen too and so she obeyed and as soon as she jumped, the tornado enveloped her, wrapping itself around her and when she dared open her eyes, she saw herself sinking inside a tunnel of water tornado. She started screaming even as she heard a sound from above her and looking up, she saw the sky above her being blocked by water as the tops of the water tornado came together
Rhea approached the beautiful bungalow and came to stand before the sturdy door with the image of a mermaid on it thinking great, I am at the right place. Let’s see you, mermaid. “Hello.” She called and met with silence, she pounded her fist on the door but there was no answer. “Mermaid, I know you’re in there.” There was no answer. She studied the door and noticed the bird drawing on the image of Mermaid’s fishtail. Out of curiosity, she touched it, and feeling that it was a button, he pressed it and the eagle bell came flying before the house, squawking aloud. Seeing that, Rhea was amazed. “How clever.” She commented. “Amazing sorcery. Grandmother would be pleased.” She pressed it again and the bird screamed so she just kept pressing and laughing. Exhausted with the fun she was having, she stopped and the bird fell, exhausted. Next, she noticed that the door had creaked open. “Poor bird.” she mocked and pushed open the door to be greeted with the darkness it held, the darkness
At Underland, Rhea had awoken at the beach just like Amber had done and scrambled to her feet the moment her eyes fluttered open. “Great.” She said looking around. “Isn’t this a beautiful place?” She gazed at the waterfall and admired its magnificent beauty. “Great but that’s not why am here. Hello,” she called out studying her new environment. “Anybody here? Because I am sure there might be.” There was still silence and she realized that the bowl was missing. “Now where is that stupid bowl?” she asked herself just as she saw two dwarfs come out from behind the palm tree. As soon as she saw them, she stood with hands akimbo and watched them come up to her. “I don’t believe this.” She said, exasperated. “You both heard me and just simply hid behind those trees?” Stopping in their tracks, they exchanged glances and stared blankly at her. “Well, who are you?” She demanded and while Stone just stared in silence, Orion cleared his throat. “I am Orion and this is Stone.” Rhea threw
Deep inside the woods, inside Nanna’s cottage, Amber was tied to a chair. Isis, Nanna, Rhea, and Bibo surrounded her. “Please, let me go.” She begged, but Rhea mimicked her plea. “Tell us what we want to know princess.” She sneered, “Then maybe we will.” “I told you already. It was a family treasure.” Isis stepped forward and struck her across the face, drawing blood as a cut appeared on her lower lip so that Amber broke into a sob. “Why are you doing this to me?” she wailed. “She’s so pathetic,” Rhea said with disgust. “Dear, dear girl,” Nanna said patronizingly. “Just tell us the truth. This is because you cannot fool us.” “I have told you the truth.” Amber insisted, wondering how much more pain she had to endure before they stopped or probably killed her. She had made a promise to Mermaid and Mermaid had said there would be consequences if the secret was revealed. This was why she had been enduring the torture they inflicted on her but it was gradually dawning on her that pe
Following Isis and Rhea’s banishment, the subsequent hours after the villagers left were of new beginnings for everyone.Amber’s father remained unconscious as they awaited his recovery at the palace where the healer was treating him. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his breath the only indication that he was alive. He looked like he was sleeping to everyone surrounding him on the bed; the king, Queen, Prince, Cressida, Amber, Miriam and a couple of guards.The healer, an old grey haired man told them that the spell had held him bound for a long time which had affected the speed of his recovery but that it was nothing to worry about because he would slowly recover and be fine. Following this, Miriam and the royals became close again. There in the room, Arnold told his parents the truth about his feelings for Amber and they were delighted about it. The King informed Amber and Miriam that they were welcome to stay in the palace during the period of the
Miriam, Amber, and Cressida were dumbfounded and tried to register the shock of the news as Isis laughed at them. “You see, he is so enchanted he's in a hurry to tie the knot. Isn’t that amazing? I wanted to save you all the shock of hearing the Town crier’s news, especially you Amber.” she said pointedly, looking at Amber who could not hide the tears of pain and jealousy that filled her eyes. “The wealth has not freed you from tears I see. Oh, don’t cry, you sad princess. Maybe someday another prince will find you. Hahaha.” Isis turned on her heels, continuing with peals of laughter as she exited. Cressida followed behind her and banged the door after her. “Amber, my star.” Miriam began, attempting to hold Amber but overcome with grief, Amber ran upstairs, already in tears. In her room she lay on the bed and wept sore, soaking her pillow with tears. Outside her door, Miriam and Cressida kept knocking, trying to get her to come out but it was useless as Amber wouldn’t come out.
Miriam was seated inside the living room moping at the wall and Amber noticed it as she descended the stairs to meet her. Miriam smiled at her as she came close but Amber sensed that she was trying to look happy. “Since the auction, you’ve been looking worried mother. Your smile does not have me fooled,” said Amber, and Miriam gave up her act of looking alright. “Fine. Come, let’s reason together.” Amber sat down beside her. “Listen, Isis said deep things yesterday. She said they had taken care of both situations, one being how she believes I stole your father's love away from her, the other being how you caught Arnold’s eyes.” “I remember.” “Your father left the house for my materials and never returned. Arnold on the other hand suddenly stopped seeing you.” “Do you think she did something?” “Towards your father, I cannot say because it has been 11 years. Towards Arnold, I have a suspicion. Sorcery maybe.” Amber's eyes widened at the thought of such a possibility. “You said
It was the auction day which was held inside the ballroom at the palace. Musicians were playing as the guests socialized and made small talk. The guests were highly placed in society and it showed in their appearances. The women were in colorful, flowing, elegant vintage evening dresses and glittering accessories. The men on the other hand were in well-tailored outfits. Isis and Rhea were there, relaxed like every other guest as they sipped their cocktails, and engaged in a conversation with Arnold. At the high table though, were seated the King and Queen who were chatting as they observed the crowd and the ballroom wall clock which proudly displayed the time as seven noon. The town crier came to stand beside the King who nodded at him, indicating for him to go ahead and so he rang a bell to gain everyone's attention. “Settle down great people of Upland.” He said and the people began to occupy the seats which had been arranged to face the throne. About four chairs were arranged a
Waking up to a tremendous surprise was the last thing that Amber and her mother expected the following day. Miriam had emptied the box of coins into a bag and the moment she replaced the box on the floor, it became filled with money again in the same organized format. Miriam called Amber's attention and emptied the box's new content into the bag. As she put the box back on the ground it became filled again with money, arranged in all the denominations as before. Both of them were staring jaw dropped at the box of treasure and then getting over the surprise, they embraced each other. Overjoyed, they could barely contain their excitement. Finally, they gave up holding back or attempting to control their excitement and screamed for joy, rejoicing as people with all the happiness in the world. Later, Amber and Miriam were at an abandoned half-cleared land. It was about a couple of plots, fenced with wooden sticks for a boundary and they both stood outside its gates admiring it. A sign
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