*Nicoli*“Your Royal Highness?” Philpé stood up with surprise, not hearing the boy draw so close. Usually, both men could tell when Nicoli was bounding over, hearing his chatter of energy. But for whatever reason, that energy was not there, instead, today, Nicoli was quiet. His silent posture alarming enough on its own.“Are you… alright?” Philpé asked, watching the boy. “You look,” He stopped, daring not say what both men were thinking because both could see it. Nicoli’s eyes were pink and puffy, almost as if he had been crying off somewhere, out of sight, just before joining them. “Can you paint today?” Nicoli, cut him off, moving to sit on the bench, lifting his head up as if nothing the matter. Or, at least, he wanted to be, despite how he felt. But, in reality, it felt like everything was out of sorts.But the painting should take my mind off things. Nicoli straightened up, hoping that would help, and waited on Philpé. But here, sadly, Nicoli found Philpé only frowning.“I’m af
*Ana*Only the sound of the insects brings me back from my thoughts, helping me notice my surroundings. It’s going to be high noon soon, and it’s already sweltering. I can feel sweat accumulate, underneath my shawl, making my hair stick to the back of my neck, and make it itchy.It’s going to be even hotter than yesterday. I swallow, my throat already dry, and it will only get worse. Soon it will be too hot to do anything. I should end this quickly. It’s going to be impossible soon, and waste no more time, getting my last piece of today’s agenda.“Rise, Admiral Nugen.” I lift my hand, “Please,”“Your Empress,” Nugen rises, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, but otherwise, he shows no other strain to the heat, keeping a surprising grace to his middle-aged features. As a human, he carries himself rather well, I admit with a quick thought, but just as quickly, get back to the point. Nugen had waited for his turn, and I meant to give him his time.“Admiral,” I go again, but not befor
*Ana*“Ah,” I wince slightly as she goes again, rough with the sponge. Red streaks run down my skin with every scrub, rendering me sore after. It’s almost enough to make me want to call to stop, but keeping my peace, if not for the fact, that I know she’s just being thorough.Thorough, yes, but she’s not like Maddie. I can’t help but compare. But Naska is not Maddie, and it doesn’t help to dwell. Naska is doing her job. Who was I to expect more?No, it’s easier just to let it be. I can put up with this much.“You're quiet today, Your Empress” Naska speaks, quite a surprise, considering she rarely ever starts. “Penny for your thoughts?”“I was just,” but I cut off with a sharp cry, “Ow,” I look down, seeing Naska miss the sponge and accidentally rake her nails over my arm. “Apologies, your Empress.” Naska quickly excuses, but by now, it is already over. The scrubbing was done, and she was up and moving for a clean wrap. I, in the meantime, look over at the red marks, before sighing. Bu
Aunt Funda nearly killed over after as the postmaster gave her the mail. She managed to stop herself from falling into theatrics, but the temptation was real. Only when the postmaster was finished and left could Aunt Funda finally release the turmoil that had built up like a damn. “What is this!” Aunt Funda's voice screeched in the hall. She couldn’t hide her expression. It was too much, and her mind was reeling. She was in complete shock.The postmaster not only came to deliver a letter, which was nothing new, but the letters she brought were as good as just putting snakes in her hands. One was a letter from Prince Nicoli. And the other? Oh, the other was much more provoking.It was from none other than Queen Belinda herself.And to put the icing on the cake. There was a mysterious package to wrap the whole thing into a whirlwind of confusion.What in the world is going on!? Aunt Funda thought, on the verge of tears. She desperately wanted to cry. But she couldn’t. Not when all the
"What is this?" Ana was stunned. She thought she'd be prepared for whatever could be inside. Whatever Nicoli wrote, Ana would stay calm and accept it. But this was nothing like she expected.Nicoli wrote this? Ana thought so, confused. He did this? The same boy who ran away from me?The same boy who father told me I had traumatized? This was the same Nicoli who wrote this?"I don't believe this."This is- what is wrong with me? Ana thought. It was hard to trust her eyes. Something had to be wrong. Maybe she needed glasses? Or did she misread it all? Because there was simply no way.This can't be true. Ana thought, shaking her head. What on earth was this? Some joke? Was this a temporary bout of hysteria? Ana couldn't trust her eyes and went to read it aloud.Perhaps hearing it will show me I'm wrong. So Ana thought and went to read aloud."Dear Ana, I know I'm late sending this. So please don't be mad because it was for a very good reason. I wanted to make it a surprise. Are you s
"You can't be serious." Mykhol couldn't contain his anger. He paced back and forth. His usual charming face was distorted into disgust. And his hair was in disarray from running through it multiple times.Ana had never seen Mykhol so out of character.If it were any other occasion, I might have laughed. Ana thought. But she wasn't up for it now. Ana had decided to catch what was left of the morning. She wanted to do a little wandering in the rose garden. She never meant to be out long. As it was still cool, but the afternoon heat was approaching. Maddie used to put flowers in my hair. Ana remembered looking at the roses. They had spent much time together there—such happy memories.But the happiness Ana felt soon fleeted. Such things were from a long time ago. And Ana was young and naive. If she only knew what she knew now.Ana brushed away the thought and went for a white rose. A small bumble bee crawled out to fly up. Ana watched it fall on another.I didn't know Nicoli was scared
“Ah,” Nicoli sighed. It must have been for the umpteenth time. But Nicoli instantly felt the penalty for it by a sharp squeeze to his shoulder.“Straighten up, my darling,” Belinda spoke. She managed to keep a smile, but Nicoli wasn’t fooled. She was growing irritated.Better not push it. Nicoli thought, but it didn’t make him feel better. He obeyed with some effort and straightened his back. But he couldn’t hide his misery that well.“My suit's too tight,” Nicoli grumbled and moved his arms to feel them pinched. It seemed he had had another growth spurt since the last measure. But the suit wasn’t the real problem. Instead, Nicoli was miserable over something much more important.Still nothing. Nicoli thought. Even though he sent the miniature with the letter, nothing was returned.I was sure this would work. Nicoli thought. But again, it looked like he seemed to miss the mark. Ana was still silent as a dead doornail.Perhaps I was a little hasty sending it? Nicoli tried to consider.
It was hot inside the carriage. Ana could feel sweat slide down her back but said nothing because she didn’t need to. It was clear that everyone was suffering.Mykhol was, in particular, from what Ana could note. Ana watched his smile at her, but the smile faded quickly. He seemed to fall into a strange stare out the window. He looked miles away in thought.If he was going to be like this, he could have stayed. Ana thought and moved to rest against the side. It was apparent that Mykhol didn’t really want to go. But yet here he was.For what, though? Ana thought and sighed. Sometimes she didn’t understand Mykhol. He insisted on coming to simply sulk.Whatever. Ana dismissed and closed her eyes.It’s not like I need him. I am old enough to go out on my own. I don’t need a chaperone. I have Naska. After all-“Ouch!” Ana cried. She felt the carriage run over a bump and threw her head into the glass. Ana had to pull back and glare at the window.Across, Naska laughed into her hand. And none
*Ana*“Am I… “ I blink, gobsmacked, as my mind can not quite process what I just heard. That, or maybe fight it? The sheer audacity that anyone would even think to ask such a question, let alone someone ask me, is unthinkable.“Am…I?” I try again before Amul nods, his brownish-black eyes glinting with amusement and interest, before spreading his beard thin to betray a toothy grin.“Are you a virgin?” Amul repeats slowly but clearly. As if he thought I might not have heard him correctly the first time, before tilting his head to one side quizzically and shifting a sun-bleached dreadlock off his shoulder.“I asked if you have laid with another man before.” “I…?”The words squeaked out of my chattering teeth before stalling on my tongue, again in disbelief that this was happening.But it is. Amul just asked me if I am a…I look back at him, wide-eyed and not sure how to even start to react to such an off-putting question.Should I be angry? Upset? Disgusted? I don’t know. Or maybe this wa
*Ana*At least…everyone is quick to assemble on short notice. I shiver as another gust of wind blows over us, making even me flinch, and pull up my cloak, before stealing a glance back.On the platform, wrapped up tightly in thick cloaks, Aunt Funda and Uncle Charles miserably stand together against the cold on the left side. Underneath the cloak’s hems, I can spy the hint of blue of the matching gown sets I had ordered made for them. Something Aunt Funda insists is too plain, what with not having jewels sewn in or metallic threads used. But Sir Celbest is always quick to remind her of the budget restraints. Or threaten her that she won’t get any new gowns. Something which seems always to make her grow quiet again. Which is quite impressive on its own, but that just proves Sir Celbest making a good treasurer.Better than Uncle, even. I think with a look over to the crowd and find them both together. Both of them, Pendwick and his maternal grandfather, Sir Celbest, stand in the front
*Naska*“She…turned him down?” Lady Funda was still processing between disbelief and joy at the news, but it didn’t take long before her lips lifted to show a fanged smile. With a smile, Naska was quick to pick up.“Oh, yes. She turned him down, alright.” Naska repeated. “It’s a pity you couldn’t have been there to see it with your own eyes.” Naska went on, and Funda laughed, clearly taken in by the thought.“It would have been grand if I could,” Funda admitted. “To see her, shoot him down like that.” She chuckled again, touching her rings, before turning with a smile.” My, good work, Naska. You’ve done wonderfully.” “I have, haven’t I?” Naska beamed, pleased beyond measure how quickly her work was being praised. But of course, Naska knew she would be.Maybe, Lady Funda will give me another of her pretty necklaces again? She hoped so, reminded of the necklace Lady Funda had just given her the other day. Lady Funda liked her so much more now. Her affection was clear by all the gifts
*Ana*“A confession?” What could Pendwick possibly have to confess to me? I must say, it is quite a surprise to hear, coming from him, of all people.Pendwick is the most forthcoming person I know. He may be shy in his words, yes, but he is candid with me. So, it’s quite a surprise to hear we had secrets between us.Though, he did mention something like this before, didn’t he? Back in the garden the other morning? Perhaps this is referring to that?“Pendwick? What is this confession?” I curiously look down at our hands, his cupping over mine, before looking back up. “Have you..done something?”“Done..?” Pendwick flinches, his hands slightly shaking over mine a moment, but takes in a shaky breath, before calming down. “It’s.. not something I wanted to do.” Pendwick lowers his eyes then. “Not intentionally.”Not intentionally he says? “Then, Pendwick, what is it?” I press because now I am starting to feel my stomach tighten, a bit confused. What could he be confessing about? And… what
*ana*“Bruno, I would have thought you, out of everyone, would have liked this idea.” But clearly, I am wrong. And, instead of excitement like I thought, I now have a 14-year-old boy, brooding at me. Bruno’s overgrown dusty red bangs cover his eyes, making it hard to see where he is looking, let alone what kind of expression he’s making now.“What’s so wrong with a dance?” I ask him. “Tell me, why don’t you like it?”“Because…it’s foreign.” Bruno goes off, shaking his head as if that is a good enough reason. But I can’t help but frown all over again.“I know it is. But just because it’s foreign, doesn’t mean we can’t do it.” “Why?” Burno only shoots back, blowing his bangs out of his face with a huff. “It’s enough for me. It’s a silly idea.”“Silly? Oh, Bruno.” I have to smirk at that. “Well, I thought it was something to help liven the party a bit. Something practical in terms.” I answer at last. “I mean, most of us know a dance or two.” “I don’t.” Bruno corrects flatly. “That…ye
*Sir Pendwick*He’s going to be mad. Pendwick didn’t even need to bother pretending. The instant he opened his mouth, he knew what he did. No one overspoke the head of the Celbest family.But I did. Worse, Ana even went with his idea. No, this would not be overlooked, and, inwardly, Pendwick sighed.It’s better if I get it over with now than later. He knew and turned.“Your Empress,” Pendwick started. “I will join you in a moment. I…just have to speak with my grandfather, first.” “Of course,” Ana, unaware of Pendwick's problems, easily replied. Her voice was sweet and soft like always to him. Even in this turmoil, Pendwick could not help but admire her eyes, so beautiful and clear, as she regarded him like a thousand times before.How much I wish I could just fall into them and stay there. Pendwick looked on, longingly, cheeks warming a little. But just as he wished it, he knew he couldn’t stall. He had to go and go he would.“Yes,” Pendwick nodded just before Hidi started.“Well
*Ana*“Hidi,” I go, but Hidi simply smiles back at me, the damage already done.“It will fit.” Hidi turns back to overlook the procession of more crates. Her newest ‘gifts’ of ‘decor’ are looming in multiple boxes. Just looking at the boxes now, I’m afraid to even ask what they are.“Hidi,” I sigh again, “I thought I made it clear that I wanted this to be a manageable party.” “Oh, Ana,” Hidi tsks. “You must make it big. This is your first real party since the coronation, and that was a decade ago.”“It was 9 years, Hidi.” I correct, “Not ten.” but Hidi rolls her eyes.“Worse than that,” Hidi shakes her head, “ You know it too. Come, Ana, I know these things. You must impress the other nobility and royals coming. My Mama alone will have opinions.”“Your-her majesty is coming?” I raise a brow at the news. “She will attend this time?”“It’s nothing major.” Hidi goes off-handedly. “Mama is curious about how things have been.”“But Hidi,” I pout a little, finding the revelation not small
*Julia*“Your Majesty.” Julia piped up, although she knew it was hopeless, that Belinda was already set in her ways. And sure enough, Belinda proved her right.“He wants to go,” Belinda went, her grey eyes watching both her beloved men step into the carriage. “You know, I can’t stop him.” Belinda went on, seeing Nicoli move for the carriage, his excitement clear to see, even from where they stood on the platform. Nicoli lingered to give one last wave and blow of a kiss. Belinda cracked a little, but quickly defaulted back to her icy demeanor as it was now Alexander’s turn.He looks even worse than when he first came back to Dawny some weeks ago. Julia thought with a sinking feeling. Alexander’s face had changed in his short stay, it was sunken to show his cheekbones, and his tan skin was losing color. Even his eyes were different, the blue shine was gone and dull.Alexander had stopped coughing shortly after a few days rest, but now new ailments attacked him, a shortness of breath, an
*Hidi*“Don’t be a pussy, Mama.” Hidi sighed with a roll of her eyes. But really, it wasn’t like she was asking for much. So why did she have to be so obstinate? Hidi pouted.It was one thing for her to be stubborn, but that was different. She was queen now, but even before, Hidi was always that way, never letting up, until she got exactly what she wanted, which she always did. But it was quite something else to have someone treat her the same.No, it’s worse. Hidi thought looking over to her mother, dressed in her thick bear fur coat. No, it was, because Bratha was so much worse. If Hidi was stubborn, Bratha was the main source. She oozed defiance, down to her bones, set in her ways, a queen to the very end, even still, in her older age. But, perhaps it wasn’t just because of her natural stubbornness. Bratha didn’t fear Hidi as everyone else did. No, Bratha didn’t fear anyone. And it was because of that, she had no problem refusing Ana’s invitation now. Even with Hidi’s insistence