I bit the nail of my thumb after I placed the crown on top of my head, something I’ve been doing a lot lately.Mirra pulled my hand away from my lips with a frown. Ever since she had found out the truth about Barlion’s birth and Sity’s betrayal, she had been more worried about me. She worries for my safety and has been advising me against going to the tea gallery. I’d wanted to listen to her but I also wanted to face Sity head on.I can’t win this game if I don’t get to see my opponent in the eyes and try to guess their next move."I really wish you wouldn’t go to the tea gallery today.” Mirra whispered but didn’t say another word to stop me as she already knew that it would be useless.Mirra handed me my thick cloth before she turned around and walked out of the chambers.It’s been four days since we found out the whole truth about Sity and they have been oddly calm. The group and I decided that we can’t just attack Sity. That would be very reckless, especially since we don’t have a
I tapped my feet as I waited for Sir Dominic to bring Misha to our chambers.The room stood still with tension. Lord Jeremy had long stopped asking Mirra what it was that she couldn't tell us but she was too shaken up to give him a reply.I glanced at Mirra, still tucked in to Sir Hunder's side, still hugging herself tightly as if there is an invisible force she's trying to fight off.Her whole demeanor shouts trauma. I've only see Mirra like this a few times when I was a young girl.When men try to get close to her, when they raise their hands, when they look towards her direction... She would have a traumatic episode.She would withdraw in to herself, ignoring all around her as she drowns in to the old memories that haunts her.I didn't push Mirra to tell me what she knows. I knew it would make her reaction worse. But curiosity and fear was eating at me as I look at her. What could she have known that's so bad that her old memories assaulted her?It felt like ages had passed befor
Victor Great...I sat in the large library at my usual table with a new book in my hand that I'm barely reading.I tried to force my eyes to move over the words on the book but they every really scan then without registering what they mean.A permanent frown is plastered on my face as I finally slam the book shut and drop it on the large table."Why the long face?" Lady Waina asked as she took the seat from across me.I narrowed my eyes at her. She speaks as if she can actually see me. I don't know how she does it."There is no long face Waina." I replied before I tore my eyes away from her cloudy glaze and looked around.The large library, which is usually divoded of life is now lit up by the three girls Lady Waina was training. I have to say, it was a nice surprise to find out that Frost gave Waina what she had always wanted, a guardian to pass the library down to.I would have gladly been Waina's successor but no matter how much I love to get lost in a boo
I stood in front of the large book shelf in Barlion's study.Nerves were swarming deep in my stomach as I waited for them to finish preparing for their stupid plan.I can't say enough of how much I disagree with what they're doing and what they plan to do next.It was impossible to make Frost see reason. I tried to stir her away from her plan but she stubbornly refused and knowing that no one was going to be able to wipe the determination out of her, I finally agreed, not that she needed my approval anyway.After Frost had decided that she was going to be in that chamber while my uncles plan her down fall, her hand maids and her had started preparing. While the two were planning with what little time they had, Uncle Jeremy filled me in on how the male royals were taking advantage of the girls who come in to the main castle to work as a handmaid.It baffled me. How were they able to pull this off without my mother knowing?I'd asked Uncle Jeremy that but the man just awkwardly cleared
My first instincts as soon as my mother's eyes zeroed on Frost was to jump up and shield her. But that would be stupid and it will draw attention towards Frost.Not only that but it will also ruin her plan and all of this will be for nothing.So, I forced my shoulders to relax."Fraya Dear." I called out to Frost and she took the opportunity to bow her head and hide her face. "My feet are killing me. Why don't you come and give me a run?"My words earned a few chuckles from my uncles. Even though I know that Frost is not pleased with my order, she's more than happy to kneel down and hide her face.My mother tore her eyes away from Frost before she looked at me. I saw pride reflecting in her eyes and I couldn't stop the confusion from raising."I'm so happy to finally see you hear, Victor." My mother commented. "I was wondering when they would finally invite you to join.""Invite me?""Yes." Uncle Dom replied instead of my mother. "We invited Dorian when he turned fourteen. He was an e
I froze on the seat, my shoulders tense my my hands balled up in to a fist.The second Barlion had stepped in to the Art chambers, the air had stilled and so had the people who were planning his down fall.Barlion traced his dark brown eyes around the room, his face blank from expression and his aura cold as ever. He regarded our three uncles before his eyes settled on me.He didn't spare me a long glance, just stared towards my direction before he continued on to the girls.His eyes finally dropped to Frost, who was looking up at him with wide eyes filled with tears.For most, she looked like she was terrified to be in the presence of the King. But I know better. That look in her eyes is not terror or fear, not when there is longing written all over them.As soon as Barlion's eyes settled on her, the cold demeanor instantly changed. Flames engulfed his gaze and a thick vein swelled at the side of his head.He had his hands clasped behind his back but I didn't have to look at them to
Frost Sorrow...Going to the Art Chambers was not the brightest idea I have had so far. I'd considered going against it multiple time for the few hours we had waited for Midnight.Victor had tried to convince me and I was honestly about to listen to him. But I would take a glance at my husband and I'd remind myself that it was a much needed strategy to know the minds of my enemies. When Victor had left for his chambers to wait until he's be summoned, I sat by Barlion's side. With his right hand in mine, I took the next few hours just whispering things to him.Not important things. Just simple things like the setting sun, the fast approaching cold season... Nothing of importance.When I was about to leave his side, I saw his eyebrows twitch and my heart had stopped beating. I'd cupped his cheeks with both of my hands and called his name out over and over again, thinking that he would open his eyes and look at me. But he didn't.I stayed hovering over him for a few
Barlion Great...I sated down at the papers speared on the dining table. They have case numbers and names along with descriptions.They are obviously court cases but, what are they doing here?I caught movements on the bed at the corner of my eyes and I glanced over my left shoulder to see Frost stretching her arms above her head.She caught my eyes and then playfully glared at me. I still don't know what she did to her eyes to make them dark."You already broke your promise." She said as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "You said you'd be here in bed with me."I gave Frost a soft smile before I dropped the guide book on the table and walked over to her. Offering Frost both of my hands, I watched as she slipped her hands in to mine and stand up.Frost immediately wrapped her arms around my waist. "I was just a few feet away from the bed." I argued as my arms snaked around her shoulders but Frost tensed at the contact before she relaxed in my arms,