*Nicoli*“Ana!” Nicoli cried as he reached out his arm toward her. They were leaving the room.No, I can’t- I must follow! Nicoli moved to try to catch up to them. But just as he was about to lift his foot, he could feel an arm around. And then he was being held back as they grew tighter. “Mama!?” Nicoli turned to find it, none other than his mother. “Stay back, baby.” Queen Belinda swiveled to turn away from the door. She buried her face into his neck before letting out a quick sob. “My god-” Nicoli could hear the distress in her voice. She was shaking as she held him. The sight had shocked her as much as everyone else.But Ana-Nicole turned his head to look back. They were gone out the door. Only a line of blood trailed behind them. Blood… Nicoli looked down at the drops that stained the white marble. There was so much of it. It was in pools.Ana’s bleeding? Nicoli barely collected himself from the sight on the balcony. Her white dress was no longer white. It was stained red.
*Hidi*As the music continued to play, Hidi could see the verifiable change amongst the attendees. The once enthusiastic girls now merely moved through the motions. Hidi doubted anyone was enjoying it. No one in the room even wanted to be there. But with Queen Belinda ever present, they didn’t want to come off as rude. So, the dance moved on. Though their faces no longer smiled and were drawn with worry and quick whispers.“Do you think it's safe?” One girl whispered near them.“The King said they had it under control.” Another followed. However, as much as they tried to assure themselves, it didn't seem to stick. Girls nervously looked over their puffed-sleeved shoulders to the door. They appeared almost expectant that someone, likely Ana, would come running in.Stupid girls. Hidi could only look down on them. They were silly, with small heads and tiny brains. Hidi held no such fear. Even if Hidi were afraid, she'd still have no reason to because she was a giant. And Giants natur
*Mykhol*Why did that damn queen have to throw us so far away from the center- it was taking him forever to get back. Mykhol cursed every step he had to endure. Mykhol gritted his teeth as he tried to press harder. His arms pulled Ana closer. She passed out by now. Thankfully.She wouldn’t have to scream in pain as he had to make the long journey back. But when she wakes up, it will be the real problem. Mykhol needed to get her back pronto.“I’ll take it from here,” Mykhol shouted over his shoulder. The guards following behind him nodded and stopped as he turned the corner. He could see their rooms just ahead.But despite his claim, he could still feel the man follow. Worse, the man was determined to keep up with him. Mykhol felt a growl rip in his throat. “I said, I got it- go back!” Mykhol spat at King Alexander. His fangs were on full display.“But-” King Alexander moved his hand as if to reach out. He was still trying to keep up. But this only made Mykhol angrier.Why must he
*King Alexander*It was some time into the night when the door clicked in the hall. King Alexander shifted back to his feet at full alert as he watched for the door. It was an opening for someone to step out.“Your Majesty?” One of the guards behind him, shifted by King Alexander, threw back his hand.“It’s alright.” He spoke evenly. No trace of fear could be heard or seen from the man because he wasn’t.“Ana?” King Alexander gently called and took a step forward. He could hear someone shift in the doorway. Was it her? King Alexander tried to lean closer before he heard the guards shift. He couldn’t move any closer without them following.King Alexander worried that the sight of them might frighten Ana back into her room. And she might not come out again. King Alexander needed to be careful. So he stopped where he was. But his eyes focused on the door.“Ana, baby? Are you okay?” King Alexander called again, this time a little louder. Besides, he heard something move.Is she afraid to
*Ana*The sound of something rough dragging over the wooden floor makes me stir. My eyes open with a flutter before I can begin to focus. As they start to register shapes out of the fog, I discover the source of the sound.Someone is cleaning.“What-Ah,” I wince when I try to sit up. I’m suddenly dizzy, and my head throbs. It’s so intense that I find myself slipping back down. Vaguely, it comes to mind that I am on a couch. And with quick bursts between my dizziness, I can make out the furniture. I know where I am. But this only drives a new source of confusion.“How did I get here?” My voice rasps- my throat feels so dry. I try to suck in spit to help- but it's a wasted effort. I have nothing. My lips are dry as well.And my nose- I can’t seem to smell anything but iron. That’s right- I was bleeding. I remember that. It’s in pieces. But I remember being awake.I started bleeding while I was outside with Mykhol. And Nicoli came, and then Mykhol lifted me-“Did Mykhol carry me back t
*Naska*Naska got up from the bed slowly. Her eyes watched Ana. She slept soundly, her silver hair spilling over the pillows like water. It made her look so peaceful as she gently breathed.As Naska watched, she could feel her stomach twist. A dark cloud of doubt now came over her mind. The feeling surprised her. Am I in the wrong? Naska thought with another twist in her gut. She felt conflicted.“She’s gonna get Bruno in?” Naska rubbed her arms. They were dirty and caked in blood- Ana’s blood. But Naska mindlessly rubbed at them as if it were not so. Naska couldn’t believe it. Something had to be wrong. How could things work so well?Just like that? Naska thought, taking another step back. She could see how Ana opened her lips to breathe softly- she was out as soon as her head had hit the pillow. When she woke up again, she’d no doubt be hungry. Naska predicted.The blood lust is going to hit her hard.But the thought slipped past Naska as it wasn’t as important. She was still re
*Thomas*“Of all the things I could be doing right now,” Thomas grumbled before crossing his legs. It was clear that Thomas was not thrilled by the situation.But it’s not like I can change it. Thomas knew that well. He had no one to complain about. If I did, I would just get fired. And then lose out on all that precious money. The queen, if anything, paid well. Tonight, especially, Thomas thought. He was willing to stay for the money. But he had to admit tonight was testing him.How long will I need to be here? Thomas sighed and tried to make his seat more comfortable. Not a challenging task- Nicoli’s bedroom furnishings were top quality- the best goose feathers, the softest leather, even the suede felt like butter. Queen Belinda was quite lavish when it came to spoiling her son. But that also made her the scariest woman if you tried to get between them. Thomas could still feel the threat shake him to his bones.“Under no circumstance will you lose sight of Nicoli.”Queen Belinda s
*Nicoli*“Is he gone?” Nicoli peeked out from the covers to see the guard nod.“Yes, Your Majesty.” Yes! Nicoli could almost celebrate- but there was no time. He needed to be quick.But first things first, Nicoli sat up from the bed to eye the guard. It was his luck to have Tobi out of the whole bunch. Tobi was one of the softer-hearted guards- he liked to give Nicoli rocks that looked interesting from the outside.Tobi was also gullible. He never had kids of his own- so he never learned how honestly mischievous they could be. Thus, Nicoli couldn't have asked for a more perfect candidate than Tobi. “Tobi, I have a confession to make.” Nicoli made the effort of pouting as if this were the hardest thing to say—all a performance, of course. I have to sell it. Nicoli knew. Because his life depended on it now, he had a mission.So please, fall for it. Nicoli even threw a little disheartened sigh. It seemed to work as Tobi shifted on his feet. “A confession?”“I…can’t sleep.” “Is th
*Ana*“It will take some time, but as long as we keep an open communication,” I pause on habit, turning crimson eyes from the map, half expecting to find the Bulgeon chief either dozing off or distracted. Thanks to my less-than-lustrous experiences in court, creating a low bar for many. However, instead of finding the king of pirates inattentive, I am met with an unwavering gaze of chocolate brown eyes. Amul smiles at me from across the table, bronze-calloused hands folded over the other, still in the same pose he first took when we began three hours ago. He tilts his head, shifting beads of bone to clink against the metal chains, before lifting his bushy eyebrows as if expectant, unaware of anything but just following along.“Open communication?” Amul prompts. “You were saying, Empress?” “I-yes,” I come back to it with a slight laugh. “Sorry, I- it’s not often I have someone listen without interruptions. And for this long,”. “They speak when you speak?” Amul’s brown lips dip down
*Hidi*“Mama!” Hidi exclaimed in billowing steam before digging heels to clack against the limestone pathway. The yellow sigil of Almony on the carriage's black door stuck out like a beacon of hope against the ashen skies ripe with snow. The door swung out seamlessly just in time for Hidi to reach out for her hand. Intending to help her mother down. But the elder blond slapped her hand away with a stinging clap, insistent on getting down on her own. Even now, refusing to give her daughter even the smallest admittance to her declining age.Instead, Bratha rose to her staggering height of eight feet on thick but confident legs before reeling back her lips to pinch her nose as if shocked by a horrible odor.“I forgot how much sand stinks.” She grumbled. Hidi had to giggle.“Mama, be kind.” Hidi looped her arm into her mother's as the servants bobbed their redheads, faces ruddy from waiting in the cold, to make for her luggage. Which, Hidi noted, was not much. Mama does not mean to sta
*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