Zachary carried Edla out of the Eadlin's room carefully and safely in his arms, after he had given an order from inside the room that, he wants no maid found around or outside when he comes out. He had wrapped her shoulder in some extra clothes he found in Eadlin's wardrobe, to soak in the blood more before the entire piece of cloth would get soiled, and instinctively attract people's attention. He was having serious and nerve wreaking contemplatings about the next step to take in his head, as he moved hastily with his sister in his arms towards the direction of his room. Trying to fathom what had come over the twins to never ending their fight was hard, but thinking about what had come over Eadlin to such brutality and beast nature was harder. He could see the glint in her eyes. They were somewhat sober, and at the same time evil. His right hand found the opening knob to his door so quickly, as he entered inside and pushed the door close with his leg locking it behind. He droppe
"I don't think this wound is healing at all, Zachary," Edla cried softly to her brother, who was busy scribbling words on the paper in front of him with an ink pen that was placed on the table. He had left her to sleep after brewing some kind of tea he had gone to ask for at the infirmary, and had lied that he had pains in his body and needed something to sleep. Edla had woken up later in the evening still sleeping on his bed, as she raised her body up noiselessly from the soft bed which sprang up from its little dip. The first thing that came to her mind impulsively, was the check her disfigured arm to see how well it was healing. To her utmost dismay, the wound didn't seem closing the way it was expected to be. Only the bleeding appeared to have ceased, from the large amount that it dripped before. It hadn't even stopped finally. "Not healing at all?" Zachary whose back was facing the bed turned his head immediately she called to him, as he stood up from the chair that he was sitti
"I cannot believe Eadlin could go this out of control. You said she would be able to control the orb, but now it is controlling her! It is clearly controlling her! What if she had killed Edla?! What would I have done?!" Etheldreda ranted in a murmuring tone to Arturo, while biting her lips so hard in guilt till they bled. She paced to and fro the corners of the room with her long dress dragging along behind her, like there were hot embers attached to the under palm of her foot. "Did you see how raged her siblings were? To make things worse is that, she has no ideas of those things she is doing. She would not even be able to defend herself, if they would persecute her for being vicious towards her sister. Things are getting ruined slowly. The feast is just in few days. What am I going to .........." "Can you just shut up and act like the queen that you are, Dreda," Arturo's dulcet and calm voice chided, like there was barely anyone uttering out a word. He was sitting on the same chai
The air around the palace walls to the feast hall was well permeated with great opulence, to match the class of the nobles that were invited to the feast and to show them who was the superior one. The newly arriving invited guest trotted in with elegance in twos and threes, each having a great expectation of the reason why they were invited by the queen herself. It took Scarlett lot of courage to make up her mind and dress up for the feast, without putting the disappointment of it not being her own son's day to be announced forward. Hendrix who had been informed by his sister about the postponement of the marriage, still could not feel any better because it didn't sound like a good news to him. It was still a guarantee that the wedding would still hold. The time didn't matter. The palace seamster who made special clothes for the king and princes, had been summoned by the queen days before the feast, in order for him to make the best quality of cloth that would fit Elliott's positio
Elliott who had perceived his brother's scent from behind, was distracted from answering to Armani's question as he turned to look at him. Oblivious of the familiar and dazed look that she had on her face at that point in time, Elliott called to his brother as a means to escape from the question she had asked him. He couldn't really trust her to answer to that question, when they had just met in the space of minutes.'What if his mother was using her to get out the truth from him? What if she wanted the marriage too? What if she told her mother about his true intentions, and that wasn't what the family also wanted. He couldn't risk it.'"Meet my brother, Zachary. The second prince of Casera kingdom," he turned his face back to Armani and introduced Zachary to her, "This is lady Armani Blackstal. First daughter of the Blackstals family." Zachary's entire system which was weak and blindly damped by alcohol initially, had come back to its normal state and the reality of who he had co
The party ended on a good note for the special guests that were invited to the fun feast, while the pain remained with the ones whose lives would soon be derailed by its final decision. The queen who was sure that she had done justice to her decision, began to make further preparations for Elliott's and Armani's wedding. She was going to get them perfectly wedded within eighteen days. Hendrix who had decided not to visit the palace for any reason whatsoever, had sent a letter message to his best friend, that the city library was where he could find him at any point in time if he would be out of the palace. The night before the day that trouble began to stir, Azalea had a dream that had put her in state of great distress through the night. "Alaina. Bri...ng bring th...at that c..h...ild child," the scary and sonorous voice came out in echoes from a woman, who stretched out her extremely long and untidy nails to the lady who had a sleeping baby crouched to her arms. "I have no reaso
Ayden was sitting at the garden in his usual self with a canvas, painting brushes and a board, that was already set in place for him to paint anything he wished. He had been trying to paint a portrait of Azalea for almost three days in futility, as she always had somewhere to be or something to do every single minute. She had not spent quality time with him in almost a week after the queen's feast, and it was really getting to him by bringing out extreme anxiousness in him. Whenever he offered for her to accompany him to see Hendrix too, she always had an excuse to give to him regarding a task that she had carry out. Watching the every moves of everyone in the palace, was really difficult for her to accomplish by herself.To make him more restless and doubtful about the advancement of their relationship into a trustable one, Azalea did not tell or give him account of what she had been up to for the few days. She couldn't tell him without a real confirmation, of her numerous hypothe
"I do not think I can pull this off as you want me to. I have been trying to draw out just the sketch, but it is harder than any other painting I have ever done," Ayden pointed out frustratedly to Azalea, and angrily hurled the painting brush he held between his right fingers to the floor. The idea of painting the queen's face on a paper without having her sit was really sick. "You can try better. Try to picture her face in your head. I mean you were able to do much better of painting me just yesterday," Azalea tried to encourage, in an attempt to get Ayden do what she wanted as soon as he could without any hitches. They had practiced drawing a mind picture of her the previous for the entire day, which turned out to be better than he could have even imagined himself to be able to do. However, it was different story the next day as he had been trying for hours to paint the queen, without any good results even when he had seen her that morning on her way to the meeting with the pal