Twisted By The King's Desires

Storm stopped running as they reached the border between the Sapphire Island Kingdom and the Wallachian kingdom. He marched along the path under the shady big trees to a hidden mansion among the woods. Celestine got down and walked along with the horse next to her, standing in the front of wall gate with a small hole to peek inside or outside. The mansion was captured as an abandoned castle, sturdy building with rambled plants on its wall. It was hidden among the high shady trees, appearing like a pearl inside its muddy shell. A man with ragged clothes was standing in the front of gate after Celestine knocked the gate three knocks with pause. “Who are you?” He peeked out. Celestine beamed at him. “The shadow from the east coming out, the haze of silence will be disappeared behind…Smoky mountains have their rules as well as the stormy hearts…” she peeked inside. Telling him those magic words, turning around to see whether there was or not someone following her. She

“See you next, my love…” Jacques swathed Celestine with his warmth. His soft smile drained the flame inside Celestine to not touch his lips with her gentle stares. Otherwise, she held that desire, sensing every ponder of her heart but she bit her lips. The harbor breezes blew his hair, he held the hat back as the wind bustling. Celestine smiled and gripped the young man’s fingers as if there was no much time left to spend with him, racing the horse ridings, catching some butterflies around the suburbs, or laughing together for silliness and crazy stupid stories or jokes, listening to him playing a flute or a guitar for her and let her admiring the beauty he possessed with some poems she wrote to dedicate for him. Her heart still yearned for him to stay. She sighed. The ship would bring him back to his kingdom was whistling. “Take care yourself, Jacques.” Jacques looked at into her eyes. “Could I practice what you taught me?” Celestine widened her eyes. “Not in the front

Three hours before the dinner invitation in the palace… “Are you sure, Princess Celestine? It will change your skin tone,” she paused and examined the bottle potion in her hand, “Becoming freaking blue…” she turned her sight back to Celestine. They were inside the dressing room and Ersa prepared the dress with its accessories, Celestine was quite flapping for the dinner moment. She squinted her eyes as Celestine studied the notes from Moustache on a table. Celestine stopped reading and turned her head at Ersa. “That’s the point.” She said and nodded as a sign of agreement at the time Ersa showed her a red dress. Ersa sighed, bringing it to Celestine. “Hope you’ll be fine then.” She saw Celestine drinking the potion all. The hall was crowded with the king’s guests. The dinner time would be held and left for counted time. King Victor wasn’t there, the guests were the noble family members from the kingdom, the Wallachian kingdom where King Othello ruled and the aristo

It was a few moments after the announcement of his engagement was cancelled due to prior unexpected events. King Dragon sniffed, sneezing many times after a cat had walked passing him. His steps were rushing to reach the spot where he would be staying during his visit in the Sapphire Island Kingdom. ‘Damn, why my acute allergies come back again? Was it because of Celestine’s condition? What illness does she carry? Was it infectious? How come did she change to become blue like that? So scary…yes, as a lady, she seemed so scary in that look.’ King Dragon wiped his nose that it started running. He turned around and stopped walking. He saw another black and white small animal was sneaking from the plants growing inside the palace’s garden. He tried to stay away but it seemed the cat was running to escape from that other cat. He nearly kicked the other cat away, separated them from getting to fight. “No, don’t do it, my king. We are going to have a disaster. It’ll ru

Madam Victoria entered the room. Wrapping in her crème tone long dress, that mature woman, younger couple of years than King Dragon. Her feathered hat was beaming as she moved her head. “My Lord.” She half bowed in the man’s sight. King Dragon stopped writing something and looked at her. “Yes, Victoria. What do you want to talk my dear?” He continued writing again, waiting for her to speak up. “Is it about your trading ship?” He kept writing and ignored the woman walking to approach his working desk. “Is it the only matter you concern of? Is it all about my mercantile wealth to support you, my King? All kind of matters to you? All above others than my deepest considerate concern of other rest matters instead of yours?” She waved her fan and swayed in more elegant manner. King Dragon sighed, stopped writing and leaned his back towards the seat. “Why you said something irritated like that? Among other mistresses, you are the only one I allow to appear in the fr