Wedding plans

Evelyn

The silence hung in the room like cold frothing, coated with snow and tied with a rubber band. Must have been my imagination but I saw a fleeting look of chagrin cross my father's face, before he stood up abruptly. 

“They're on their way now as we speak,” he gestured to the door. 

The small satisfaction fizzled away into nothingness, and left a sputtering wave of indignation in it's wake. 

I was getting married right this instant and nobody deem it's fair to tell me anything? I smiled through clenched teeth, looking up to find them peering into my eyes. 

“I think we should discuss the real issue,” my mother said. The black rim around her eyes sent a sympathetic pang through me and I stomped on it furiously. 

They got themselves into this mess and somehow I was responsible for solving it. Typical. 

My father withdrew a tiny necklace from his pocket and handed it to me. I took it in my trembling palms and stared at the expensive looking jewelry.

It was a golden filigree and sparkling grey diamond encrusted it. Inside it, I saw something that gave me a pause. It was a red dot simply looked like a design at first glance. Until I saw it getting bigger. 

I looked at my father for confirmation and he nodded jerkily, his hands making wide circle motion in the air.

He looked really out of it. 

“Yeah yeah, it's a charm. Cost me quite a fortune but I'm sure it'll be worth it. The red dot gets bigger and bigger the instant you're in danger. And most important of all, it's also a portal.” 

Their thoughtfulness amazed me. That they could think far ahead, making all this provision for Sophia while keeping me in the dark all this time, made a furious tide rise in me. 

I debated not collecting the thing, or just simply chucking it through the window, but I'm hindsight, it's probably their own twisted way of showing me that they care. But I kind of think it's too late for that. 

“What about Sophia?” I asked, once my tongue had finally unglued itself from the back of my throat. 

It's all of some intricate political designations that made the back of my head throb just thinking about it. It beats all reason as to why they'll cut all corner and do everything but come out and say the outright truth. It's literally not that hard! They're simply complicating things that had no business being so.

I might have asked if the earth was flat and if wall geckos were the next delicacy on the menu from the reaction of shock that accosted my from all sides. What? Are we not supposed to talk about my sister now that she's missing? Especially when she's missing? 

Theophilus cleared his throat,”We think Sophia might have ran away or some other sort of stuff,” 

It was so ridiculously in contrast with the personality of my sister who took everything as a challenge to be overcome, I didn't even know when a surprised laugh ripped out of me. I laughed so hard, wiping the tears of mirth from the corner of my face. 

I had gotten brazen in the span of thirty minutes because at the grim expression on their face, I wheezed to a stop and said, “wait, you're serious? Sophia ran away? But it's not even possible!” I whined. 

“It would look like it's quite possible now, isn't it? Princess Sophia is nowhere to be found.” My father said, his mouth was twisted in distaste. 

He was being formal again, addressing Sophia by her official title. 

The irony of the situation wasn't completely lost on me. The way they were quick to abandon their so called princess, who has been working her ass off to make sure stability is a constant in their life. 

Making agenda, swaying the human court councils and even leading researches? And now, I'm their only savior. 

The other princess whose existence everyone was on the cusp of forgetting. It made me want to laugh, or scream or throw something at my father's gorgeous face. 

I did none of that though. I swallowed and bobbed my head in acquiesce and made eye contact with my mother. We both knew there is more to this than what meets the eye. 

The tingling in the back of my head was very much close to burning. It was like being electrocuted. 

“Now, that's settled. I think we should get Evelyn ready for her groom. They'll be here soon.” My mother butted in and gently wheeled me out of the room, leaving the men to their planning. 

The instant were out of the door, stream of words tumbled down my mouth before I could hold them back. 

“I know this might be unexpected,” begin my mother once I was safely in my room. 

Understatement of the century. Might come as a shock? I'm not sure this isn't some type of bizzare dream still, mother.

“But you'll need to follow my instructions to the core,” she looked into my eyes and I felt my heart skipped a beat from the fear I saw in her emerald green eyes. 

I somehow managed to inherit both my parent's eye color. Icy grey mixed with emerald green, making my eyes looked like some sort of exotic experimental color. 

“Your father and I only want the best for you.” 

I scoffed. 

“It's true! Do you think I'm happy about this?” She whispered softly, “it had to be done. I'd never willingly agree to this if not the lives of thousands resting on this decision. Even though, I'm still inclined to disagree.” She sighed and sat down on the bed, facing me. 

“Losing my babies on the same day..I don't know how I'll survive this,” she whispered to herself. 

She held my hand and proceed in greatest detail, d

escribing things that made my face turn crimson. It was a miracle I didn't combust.