Silver platters laden with flavorful delicacies eventually make their way to the table, where I and a few other maids are left to serve portions. By the time I find my way back to the wall, my cheeks are burning again, and I avoid making eye contact with any of my sisters. I take my time watching the competitors as they eat. I decide that the girl from Nirnsich is the most attractive, and that's why Althea was chatting with her. She has also identified her as her biggest opponent, therefore I assume she abides by the adage "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."But when I look at each face more closely, I realize how unique they are all. Who is descended from which lineage and who is not a sister are readily apparent.There are six noble bloodlines in Raelia. The Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Steel; Cliffgard, Earth, and Moon; Ounsli, Earth, and Moon; and Fragor, Storm, are the Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Moon, respectively.And there's the line of Gahndor. Everything
I wander around the palace for what seems like hours until I eventually locate Gertrude's room. The gold-painted letters 'G. Cliffgard' are painted on the door, so I know it's hers.I stop to breathe and wrap my hand around the knob before twisting it open to hear voices coming from inside.I am instantly struck by how wonderful the lady's suite is, far nicer than my chamber in the maid's quarters. Pressed up against the wall is a four-poster bed with a gossamer curtain; two nightstands on either side are piled high with hair clips and makeup. The room's lone window is positioned next to a white dresser, and I can see a doorway leading to an ensuite on the right wall.Gertrude is sitting in front of her white vanity mirror, touching up her lips with scarlet lipstick, and I watch Macy folding clothes. There's a peculiar tension in the air when our eyes meet in the mirror. She appears significantly older today, as if she had aged by ten years instead of just three. Her grey-blue eyes ap
I struggle to get air as I gasp and scratch at the wall next to me. I have a smothering feeling.I saw swimming black specks. On wobbly knees, I bolt across the hallway and make for the stairs. I have to locate the hospital. I have to find it before my heart completely fails and I faint.Dunk, dunk, dunk, tha, dunk, dunk, tha.My heart keeps spasming despite my best efforts to stop it by clawing at my chest. The world turns around me, and I can only see through a little tunnel while I struggle to figure out where I am and hold back the vomit that is rising in my throat.I glance at the doors as I blunder into the palace, tripping over ornate decorations and accent tables. kitchen. Room for storage. Do laundry.No, no, no, no...I locate it at last. I have no idea how I discover it, but a part of me thinks that as I scramble to find the door and push it open, some god must be grinning down on me. I am blinded by the intense light from the torches, but I ignore this and rush for the wal
I felt numb when I woke up this morning. Well, numb first, then terrified. In my fantasies, Sarah braided my hair while I was back in my old room, watching the sun come up. I was at ease as I sat in the cozy familiarity of my former house, feeling her nails against my head.And then I woke up in a strange room, lying on an uncomfortable bed with wafer-thin sheets wrapped around me. Then everything came back to me: being sent as a maid to the Gahndor Palace, the ride here, the First Feast, getting to know the royal family, Gertrude's taunts, and Prince Kohl's threat.I turn my sheets so that I can see the girl kneeling on her bed in the corner of the room, folding her pajamas. I do recall that this has resulted in at least one positive outcome.Her hazel eyes swivel to face me. When our eyes meet, hers brighten up. "Morning, Naomi! Sleep well?""Yes," I tell a fib. The truth is that I didn't get any sleep at all, and when I did, it was during a dream that left me feeling empty and brok
The sickly sweet smell of roses welcomes me. Rose gardens quickly encircle me, all neatly hemmed in by vibrant green hedges. The gravel walk that winds through the courtyard is dotted with trees that offer protection from the sun's rays. I start to move while attempting to relax and even out my breathing.Something blue twitches on the dirt path as I move. Glancing down, I see a small blue bird flying wildly as the other hangs helplessly by its side.My heart aches, and I cup the small bird in my palms before I can stop myself. It snaps at the touch, defending itself by pecking at my hand, but I immediately quiet it and draw it in closer to my chest."There, there. I'm not going to hurt you," I'm whispering. The bird's beady eyes pop up to examine my face, pit less and black. Even still, as I gently prod the wing, it stops resisting and instead holds still, and I feel a small sense of trust in it.It's broken, broken exactly like my nose probably is. But unlike a bird's wing, my nose
The maids' hall is buzzing with an odd noise. Girls jump excitedly in and out of each other's rooms while giggling and chatting. This isn't the only place in the kingdom where I've seen this vibe, though. This morning, I even detected a similar buzz in the air at breakfast. I guess I can understand why. Today is the opening round of the tournament and the first day of my first week as a maid. Feeling rejuvenated from my morning shower, I walk along the hallways wrapped in a white towel and can't help but let my thoughts wander. I've focused more on Jade and Althea throughout the training sessions than I have on Gertrude. Even though I support Jade, I have no doubt that Althea will easily defeat any opponent in her match. Throughout history, Althea has outperformed Jade in strength and heart of heart. The smile she shot me the next day informed me nothing had changed at all, contrary to my hopes that perhaps her standing up to Gertrude had signaled a change in her heart. I locate my
I am aware that they portray themselves as modest, elegant philanthropists who are powerless to incorrect, but that is not at all the case. The majority of the children are treated well by the parents, but I recall that they were almost completely abusive to one child in particular—the bastard son, who was the offspring of a relationship Lady Lunous had. He endured so severe torture that he eventually fled.In any case, Craig, Sir Lunous's brother, employed me. He..." she hangs her head, and by the troubled look in her eyes, I can tell this still bothers her. "He would beat me. Frequently. Every time I made a mistake, or occasionally just out of pure curiosity. He kept beating me in that area since he saw that my left leg was the one that was mending the least. You name it: with brooms, with cast irons, with sword hilts. I was kicked out of the house and labeled as an invalid because I could hardly stand on that leg anymore." I realize I'm outraged, so angry I cannot breathe. I can't
With a horrible crunch, yet Bronte, maybe from adrenaline or fright, manages to knock Cynthia off balance and bite her hard in the flank; Cynthia yells and takes another swing, knocking them both to the pit's dirt floor. It's nasty and gory, and eventually Bronte loses too much blood from her neck wound and falls to the ground, saying," I give up! She lets out a feeble rasp before two doctors charge into the arena and drive numerous moonstone splinters into the corpse of the Ounsli girl. Cynthia spins around, grinning covered in blood, and I start to feel a little queasy as the crowd erupted in applause, declaring the victor of round one to be in stone.The next two girls are announced, but I'm not really paying attention to them; my eyes are locked on the Ounsli girl, her chest heaving as she struggles for air, and I find myself touching my own neck with a shaking hand—that could have easily been me. Cynthia retreats back under the arch, while Bronte is taken away on a stretcher.The
They heard a step; someone is approaching, Naomi said. The prince stood up, waiting to see who it was. Naomi, are you there? "I will be with you soon," she said. Naomi had a bath, dressed, and walked to Macy, who was excitedly waiting at the door. She came so they could take part in the ongoing tournament., you know I am not interested in the competition, she remarked, 'i know but let's go watch,' Macy said. They sat together and joined the already chattering crowd.Prince Kohl was locked in Naomi's room, waiting for the proper time to leave to escape any suspicion of having relationships with Naomi. He opened the door, saw no one, and proceeded silently to his chambers, where he promptly took a bath and returned to the competition grounds. His gaze quickly shifted to where Naomi was seated; they exchanged smiles and focused on the game. The hits were so loud, as opponents maintained a close eye on their opponent. "Go girl, we are behind you," a voice from the chattering crowd echoed,
He responded, "It's about time," and at precisely midnight, he changed into a big grey wolf and sprang out of the Palace without anyone knowing. He quickly leapt past a number of wolves and into the woodland. Naomi remarked, darting between the girls and giving Kohl a sardonic look from a distance, "It doesn't take long for me to realise that it's Prince Kohl." She was aware of Prince Kohl's objectives and wanted to know what they were. She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her.Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Koh
After supper, Agnarys walked into the council room and met Prince Kohl, eager to learn what her first mission would be, wondering and emphasising how to give it her all in order to impress the prince. Prince Kohl unknowingly interrupted her internal dialogue and asked if she was ready for her first mission; in a quick glance at the prince, Agnarys ignited and agreed, this was a moment she had always waited for.Your first objective, he added, is to prove longevity and knowledge. For example, if I wasn't in the council room, where would I be?! Agnarys realised she was entangled in an unsolved mystery. She responded, "My prince, I know I can only find you in your room right now because you never leave." Prince Kohl, astonished by her enormous intelligence, asked if she was prepared for the game of longevity. "Yes, I am," she replied.There was a knock on the door, and he stated it should be Nirnsich. I'll call you in an hour, Nirnsich, okay my prince, she replied as she returned to the
Excellent," Alex replies, standing taller than me in his human shape. He was tall, but he's grown even taller since then. He kneels next to me and transforms into a wolf in an instant. His brown skin turns to blonde fur, and his piercing green eyes don't go away when his beast fully emerges.He is really tall compared to me. I damn myself for not being taller.He lets his mouth drop. He says, "Right," in a wolf-like, gravelly voice. "So, I know I said I'm all for the basics, but I think you'll learn a little faster if I throw you into the deep end."My wolf-like features twitch into a frown. "What do you mean?" "I mean... this."He jumps on me with the speed of light and throws his weight against me. I let out a startled gasp as his weight pushes me into the floor."What the hell!" I exclaim, feeling heat shoot up my sharp cheekbones. Even fluster, it seems, won't let me go from my wolf form.Alex gives me a wolf-like smile. He presses down on my shoulders for emphasis. "I don't have
My lungs are straining as I haul my bag up another flight of steps, and I moan.I remind myself as I look up at the granite tile peak, only a few more. With each slow breath, I curse Kohl, and when at last I reach the top, it takes everything I have not to fall into the wall. His new room, which is situated just beneath the spiral staircase that leads to his room in the spire, was what he had ordered for me. I had disagreed with him about this, partly because I hadn't wanted to leave Macy behind and partly because moving seemed like a drag after settling in. But there was no disputing with the prince. I had thus made both of us feel better by handing Macy a copy of my key, which Kohl had created at my request, following an incredibly emotional farewell with her. After telling her that she was welcome to stop by at any time, I put my whole wardrobe into a suitcase and left.But I'm not concerned about Macy. Following the event, she had been fired by Gertrude and was now working in the
When Kohl finally reaches the top of the table, he exclaims, "We've made good progress," clutching the back of his seat. We still don't have a solid suspect in mind for this whole thing. Then and only then can we launch a planned, comprehensive attack."I blinked, gazing at Kohl as he examines each of his councils. It dawns on me then just how good of a liar he is. None of these people, who presumably put their trust in him, are aware that he actually has a suspect on the case, and that person happens to be his father. He is lying to their faces, and when his eyes flit to mine, I can see that they are devoid of regret. Once more, he doesn't feel bad about lying, which makes me reevaluate every opinion I have of him.He strikes the back of his chair a few moments later. "All right. Dismissed. Please keep a look out for any unusual activity and let me know when you come across it. Remain alert. Remain vigilant."At that point, the council members get up and start to file out of the buil
Prince Kohl looks at me like he's angry. I'm sure he thinks I'm going to piss now. "Did you not see the burns on her face? Of course there was boiling water in that godsdamned pitcher, what else could it have been?"I keep quiet. Prince Kohl must have seen the burns as well, not because of his elevated voice. Additionally, I am certain that the pitcher did not contain any hot water.But before I can consider it further, Prince Kohl lets out a sigh. Then he motions for me to follow as he passes by. "Come with me.""Where?""To my quarters. You're part of my council now, so it's time I introduce you to the others."I flinch. "I thought I was just going to be your maid?""No," he answers. He's quiet for a short while. He continues, "You will be my spy from now on," but I can't see his faceI stare at Kohl in shock. I'm positive that I misheard. "Pardon?" He looks at me slantwise. "You're going to be my spy, I declared. Unless, naturally, you'd prefer to be a maid.I give a headshake. "No
My face is crimson. I feel like I'm burning, I'm so red. I see scarlet. My face is flushed. I am filled with excitement as I gaze at Gertrude's coiled body, trembling and groveling. I want her to suffer. Her tears pierce my heart, and I realize that I want to hurt her even more. Every sharp note that they make just serves to fan the flames of my inner fire. They ring in my ears. I take up an iron mace from the weapons rack, its weight firm and heavy in my hand, and my movements don't even feel like mine.I look at her intently. My desire is to strike her until she bleeds. She can't breathe, she won't stop crying, and all she can do is apologize profusely for all she's done. That's why I want to beat her.I have no one observing me. Gradually, step by step, I move forward. Next up, another.Next up, another.I lift the blade. My wrist is being grabbed by someone.I turn so quickly that I nearly run into the person who is holding me. Rough breaths are heaving in my chest. His golden eye
I take a bite out of my chicken. Since we were both released from the safe room two days ago by two guards who just so happened to be inspecting every safe room, Alex and I have not spoken. However, I haven't had a conversation with anyone I was in that room with. Kairi appears to have stayed away from any keeping in touch with everyone she was with that evening, and Prince Kohl is being... Okay, so... Kohler, Prince.I glanced in the direction of the front table. The Ladies of Queenstrial eat dinner with the Prince Kohl and his parents in their ornate chairs. The Ounsli girl, Bronte, is still here, albeit she is severely cut and bruised from her altercation with the Lunous girl. The Queenstrials' first round was declared void due to the assaults, and it was rescheduled for tomorrow. I believe the monarch is making a determined step to show the attackers, whoever they may be, that the spirit of Gahndor endures. However, I doubt they'll be able to maintain that pretense for very long,