*Ana*
I hold the little gift box tied in blue ribbon carefully on my lap as the carriage door closes after Maddie. The maid takes a seat and smiles across the cabin.
“And how are we feeling, my little Ana?” Maddie starts.
'My little Ana?'
I feel my cheeks warm at the new nickname. Maddie is being strange, per usual.
“Excited?”
“Yes,” I look out the window. Outside, there is a farewell party. Aunt Funda and Uncle are here. And some servants have joined. I can even make out many faces I see from the court.
It’s nice to see many come to see me off. But they don’t seem too excited. No one is waving or saying goodbye. I get a somber bow before they start heading back inside.
I haven’t even left yet.
I press my tongue to the roof of her mouth but say nothing at the slight insult. Even though I know that it’s not proper to leave before I do. But it’s quickly forgotten as I discover one still remains.
It’s the human with a scar over his brow. Admiral…something I think. He doesn’t talk much in court. But I catch him looking at me from time to time.
He stands alone as if waiting to send me off.
Admiral Nugen. His name becomes clear. I think he’s from the previous Empress’s guard. He worked for my mother.
“And you have your gift,” Maddie looks at the box. It brings me back from the window. I touch the box with tenderness. I feel myself have to smile with some pride.
“I hope Nicoli will like it,”
The toymaker had finished just in time for our departure. I inspected it quickly before putting it in the box and leaving. But maybe I should open the box?
To check.
But then I will mess up the bow. I have to weigh the pros and cons.
The toy should be fine. I console myself. The toy maker had been a man of talent. He would not risk sabotage. Not against the very empress. Right?
Perhaps, I should go ahead and check. Just in case.
“If it’s from you, of course, he will.” Maddie’s confidence stops my fidgety fingers. I leave the bow alone.
“Shall I lay a place for you to rest, your Empress?” Maddie has some pillows and blankets from under the red leather seats.
“I don’t think I could sleep,” I am honest with myself now. I may look calm on the outside, but I can’t stay still. I twitch and kick my feet. There is no way I could rest.
“Well, if you change your mind, just budge me. I’ll be asleep.” Maddie throws up a pillow on her bench before laying down. Her legs stretch to dangle off the side of the seat.
I can’t say I’m not a bit perturbed.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to sleep before your master.” I go, and Maddie laughs and turns on her side.
“Don’t be expecting me to stay awake the whole way. That’s work abuse.”
Maddie is joking, of course. But I still shake my head before leaning back in my seat. She may be able to sleep easily, but I can’t.
Which won’t make the trip easy. Dawny is quite a journey from Nochten. I know it would be better to sleep, but I can’t. This is just too exciting for me. I would never have thought in my long four years in Nochten that I would leave.
I never thought I’d see the day. And I don’t want to miss a minute.
“Uck,” I feel the carriage lurch forward. We are moving. Quick! I turn to gaze out the window.
As the carriage begins to build speed with the crack of the whip, I see the assembly is good and gone. All save for the one man. He watches me with quiet seriousness.
Something heavy weighs down on my chest when I match his eyes. I have to look away.
“Maddie-” But I’m out of luck. Maddie is now asleep.
Drats…
I have nothing else to do but look across to the other side.
Was I expecting something different? I wonder at the heavy feeling. I watch the mountains made of sand move. Outside there are mountains of sand that spread into the horizon.
It makes one feel isolated the longer they stare out. Maybe because it’s so vast and open.
That more would come to see me off? More would have cared if I went?
Maddie would have come. I know. Maddie is the golden exception.
I shouldn't make any more expectations of them, though. I have to correct my way of thinking. At least they showed up to say goodbye.
At the thought, I check on Maddie. Her gray hair is mushed into the pillow as she sleeps with her mouth wide open. It makes her face crunched and distorted that I find myself giggling. But I don’t want to wake her, so I look back out the window. The sun is just rising over the sand dunes. It is early morning and cool.
Morning is the best time to start any journey. Aunt Funda had warned me.
"It'd help alleviate the hottest point of noon. You'll be far away by then and escape the dangerous heat."
And the horses will be spared. I am more concerned for them. The poor beasts- making them ride out in this hot sun is cruel. If there is any way they can be spared, I want to try and help.
But we'll be fine once we reach the mountains bordering Almony. I know. And aside from the horses, leaving this early is not bad.
Because I can see Nocthen in a shade of colors that can only be seen right now. The shadows start in dark blues that will warm up to light purples, then red, and finally yellow.
It’s like a rainbow.
I watch in quiet awe as the sun rises and the day brightens. The heat in the carriage starts to grow hotter, and I have to shift away from the glass window. Less I stayed and received sun poisoning.
Outside the window, I mark the change in scenery. The sand dunes became the rock of mountains. The rock then changes to the soil. Greenery begins to spring up. More trees stand from the ground. After them come the flowers and grass.
Seeing the familiar flora and fauna triggers a faint memory. I’m little and being carried in my father's arms. We are walking through some kind of bush maze.
I remember that his beard scratches my cheek when he turns to talk to me. About what, I can’t remember. But I think it was something nice. It’s not a bad memory.
I wonder if he still has one? A beard, I mean. What if he doesn’t?
What would his face be like, bald? Would it be funny? Like an egg?
“What about you?” I look at how bright it is. Sometime past noon, if I can guess. The heat, though, I can feel is subsiding. There is a forest coming up ahead.
“What will you look like, little brother?”
I’m curious and scratch at the box. My stomach jumps and pops as I want to get up and move. But I can’t. I have to sit here.
I never had a little brother before. I hope I can be a good sister to him.
“Nicoli,” My lips still tingle.
“Mhm, did you say something?” Maddie grumbles, moving to turn on her side and lazily peer up at me.
Your hair... I only admired the work of art that is the woman’s bird nest. I want to laugh so badly.
“No, I…yes, I do, actually. Maddie, I want to thank you.” I manage to hold back the need and focus on what is important.
“For what?” Maddie is still clearly groggy.
“I would never have thought myself going to Dawny. Let alone meet my father and brother. You made this happen.”
“Oh!” Maddie opens her mouth into an ‘o’ shape as if she caught on only now. She lays back on the bench.
“You mean to pester you to no end until you break down?”
I smirk as I press my head back on the seat.
“I suppose…that’s a way to put it, yes.”
“Any time, your Empress.” Maddie goes before I let out a loud yawn.
“Please. Don’t.” It’s cruel and unusual.
Maddie laughs and reaches a lazy hand to pat mine.
“I was joking.”
“Really. Not ever again, alright?” I look at her seriously.
“Cross my heart,” Maddie motions over her chest with a finger. I smile when I see it. Another yawn before I feel my arms grow heavy.
“Well, since I’m up, I might as well tell you what I heard from the kitchen.” Maddie sits up. She kicks her legs in front of her as if to stretch them.
“Maddie-“ I cut myself off with a yawn.
“No, I swear it’s not gossip this time. It is god’s honest truth. I have a reliable source. It was the cooks-friends-friend of the laundry maid who told me that-"
"Maddie!” I have to roll my eyes. How can she do that?
My head lolls on the cushion as I look at her with heavy eyes.
“Ever the unashamed and incorrigible talker” The label does not seem to offend her or stop her.
"So there's this witch, right? Well, she's been trying to bring back her dead lover. And she's doing this again and again. But it just gets screwed up. Each time just makes him more and more animal-like.
So this poor girl just has to kill and start over. But it's a cost, right? She'll lose some of her insides each time."
"Ana? Are you listening?" Maddie stops to check.
"Uh-huh." I nod, but I can’t focus. Her voice is so relaxing to listen to. Maybe a bit too much this time.
My eyelids are growing heavier as Maddie just goes on. It’s like her voice is a lullaby, and I am drifting off.
"So anyway," Is the last thing I remember her saying before I find myself so happy and safe that I slip out. I fell asleep in a place that I didn't think could get any better.
*Ana* When the carriage enters the town, we start to slow. The wheels clack and wobble as they cross the cobble roads. Our journey is finally coming to an end. The Dawny castle should be just ahead. My heart jumps up my throat, and I swing to the window to peer out. “About time,” Maddie relaxes. "It'll be great to get out of the carriage for a while." "Mmn," I can barely answer. I’m so distracted by the window and what I see- the streets and buildings are so different from Nochten. Everyone uses brick and wood here. Although it’s not that late in the day, I find the sun ready to set. The days are short here. Dawny’s Autumn is much different than Nochten’s. I catch sight of a colored leaf. It drops and catches into the air. I watch it fly over. I pull my hands under my pits and shiver. "I don't remember it being this cold." "Is it always like this?" Maddie moves a blanket over me. I pull it up over my chest. I am instantly grateful that she brought them. "You're just use
*Ana* We are escorted to a set of guest rooms that are freshly cleaned with flowers in every vase. The rooms smell sweet and airy. And it feels bright with the yellow wallpaper and soft cream-colored furniture. It was more than adequate for anyone staying in the castle. But I feel odd about having to use it. Why can't I use my old bedroom? I remember having one of my own. Though I can’t say exactly what that looked like. But I did. So why not just let me use that? Unless someone else uses it now. It strikes me that they might not be free anymore. It might be his now. I smile when I think of him. If that's the case... I don’t mind the room change. It’s insignificant to me. "What you smiling about?"Maddie is in the middle of unpacking. She opens trunks to pull out packed clothes. "I was thinking that this isn't my room." "Oh? You remember that?" Maddie pauses to roll a pair of socks. "I'm surprised you can. You were so young when you left." I lessen my smile a little at tha
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*King Alexander*“They grow up so fast,” Alexander mused as he watched what used to be his little boy, turned now young man, take back inside. Nicoli’s face bright with excitement as he rushed back with no other thought than Ana. How Alexander envied him, then. “Damn, and here I hoped we would talk a bit longer.” Alexander pouted.“He’s just excited about the news.” Johan went. “He’ll be back.”“Aye, I get that.” Alexander would have liked to have a bit more time together. He knew the years of traveling between Nochten and Dawny had put a distance between them. His own son not even sure to hug him anymore, Alexander reflected.“Still, I’d like just a moment.” It was like they were strangers to each other. But, then, it was the price he had to pay, after all. Alexander knew that something would have to give after putting more effort on Ana than him. So he couldn’t hold it against him. Besides, it was good to see his reaction.He’s just excited for Ana. I understand his joy. Alexander
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*Nicoli*“It’s here, it’s here!” Nicoli’s elation only heightened the further he moved. His long legs take him in leaps and bounds leaving everyone behind.Why, he was already taking the stairs before he dared another glance down at his letters. He knew he shouldn’t, it wasn’t wise to be distracted when climbing the stairs. But Nicoli was more coordinated than most. And he trusted his balance and memory of the castle. Even if he didn’t, Nicoli would have caved to his excitement anyway. It happened each time he got another letter. Nicoli would lose his crafted mature and pleasant demeanor, which everyone loved so much, for that of an excited child in an instant. Ana just had that effect on him.And Nicoli would not restrain himself when it came to her. Not anymore, not after so many years. And so, his eyes freely roamed over the letters. Passing over Hidi’s careful cursive and yellow seal for the red seal. It was Ana’s letter that he wanted to read most. Hidi’s of course, would be r