*Nicoli* “This should be it.” Nicoli stopped at the door. He put down the lamp with more care this time, mindful of Ana. She's so funny about these things, Nicoli mused. It was just a lantern, but it upset Ana, so he would be careful. “There's no knob?” Ana spoke out to see Nicoli nod. “It's over there.” Nicoli pointed nonchalantly to where he left it. Nicoli didn't know how old the hallways were, but it was old. It was older than him. And knobs falling off doors happened. So he wasn't too surprised when the knob broke. He just pushed it to the side like the others. “Is it broken?” Ana started again before furrowing her brows. “Then, how will we get in?” “Like this.” Nicoli didn't miss a beat as he went for the door. He pushed to give a low creak. As it opened, both could feel a heat wave flood in. It felt delicious in the cold hall. But there was something even better. What luck! Nicoli could recognize the smell. Something was baking in the oven. And it was heavy and sweet.
*Ana* “Alright, alright, enough, you two.” Mr. Brown's voice booms over us. “Settle down.” “Oh!” Nicoli and I stop our attacks to gasp together with delight. Mr. Brown does not disappoint. We are to have a feast! There are slices of cheesecake and strawberries topped with whipped cream. The only downfall is that Mr. Brown provides an accompanying saucer of tea. At the smell, my stomach tightens on reflex. But I don’t get to dwell on it long over Mr. Brown. “There we are.” Mr. Brown announces with a puff of pride in his chest. “The usual.” The plates are set out with the tea before Mr. Brown gives both of us a firm look as if to say the most important thing. “Don’t let it spoil your dinner.” Mr. Brown then breaks into a wink and turns abruptly to return to his duties. “Thank you-” I start but nearly choke as a strawberry shoves into my mouth. I almost fall out of my chair from the near-fatal attack. “Nicoli-” I spit out the strawberry and take a haggard breath. “Nicoli, why did
*Ana* Despite Nicoli’s best efforts to stay ahead, and he does try, weaving in and around corners and hallways, it’s no use. Maddie eventually corners us and drags me away. We return to my room, where Maddie gets to work getting me ready. “I won’t have enough time to restyle your hair,” Maddie grumbles as she tries to tuck the loose strands back into my braid. “If you stayed put-” Maddie stops. “How did you get past me?” “I- I just did,” I say, trying to avoid her eyes. It’s a lie, and I can’t help but feel guilty. It feels wrong to lie to Maddie, but I shouldn’t tell her about the hallway. Nicoli won’t be able to use it if I do. I can’t help but find that worse. I don’t want him not to come. I had fun today because of him—sneaking through the halls, eating in the kitchen, and then trying to run away! It was the most fun I have had since I don’t know when. I don’t want to be the reason it stops. My eyes dart to the tapestry to see nothing amiss. But just looking at it makes me thi
Chapter 75 Vanilia Or Chocolate (Reviewed & edited 3/24/23) *Ana* The cake is so pretty. But just as I am in awe of it, I can’t help but notice something wrong. It is the number of candles. Aren’t there too many? Isn’t the tradition supposed to be a candle for each year? I try to remember a book I read in the past as a reference. I can't say for sure, as I can’t remember having any birthdays, let alone cakes. Since I lived in Nochten, we don’t celebrate. If I did have any, it would have been when I was three or younger, and that is rather difficult for me to remember for some reason. I bet Father wanted more candles. I look up to my father. He is smiling and happy right now, but he looks like he is about to burst. I can’t help but smile before something shifts beside me. It’s Mykhol. He is pouting. “It’s just a cake,” I hear Mykhol scuff again before crossing his arms and sitting back. “You can have cake anytime, but look at how dumb the King is, smiling like he just invented i
*Belinda* “Wife?” Belinda could feel Alexander looking at her without turning. And no doubt he was making a face that matched his sweet but measured tone. “What did you do?” Belinda only smiled at him. She wasn’t about to reveal anything and wanted to enjoy the moment. Her heart bounced in excitement as Belinda looked around the room at all watching. No one had any idea what she was about to do. Well, almost no one, Belinda noted, spying on the teen. Aside from Julia, Mykhol was the only one to watch on as if waiting. His eyes seemed to shine just as brightly as hers. “To honor our King’s wish for Dawny and Nochten to coincide in peace," Queen Belinda paused to make a bashful laugh on cue. Immediately, the room gave an equal reaction. They were pulled into her act like always. They were eating in the palm of her hand. Belinda moistened her lips before continuing. "I want to present a token of goodwill.” And with that, she motioned to Julia. Julia stepped forward and wordlessly p
*Ana* “But Maddie,” I start again, returning to the door. “I’m not that sleepy. I can still stay up, and,” I yawn. When I yawn, I find the taste of the blue frosting on my tongue. How do I still have cake in my mouth? The party is over now, and we are back in my room, but somehow, I still taste it. It’s sweet but doesn’t taste as good now. The sugar tastes more salty, as if it's off. But I still swallow it down. “What’s that now?” Maddie, meanwhile, smirks after me. “You say you're not sleepy? Are you sure about that?”She then shakes her head and looks at the clock. “Even if you say so, it is late to everyone else. Everyone is going to be in bed.” Maddie rolls her eyes. “What do you think you’ll be doing so late?” “It’s not that late.” I try again. “And I’m not that tired. And I’m sure Nicoli is too-” “The Prince should be asleep even more than you are now.” Maddie goes, cutting me down with a look. “Ana, you can’t win this over on me. Plead and beg all you want, but it is tim
Chapter 78 Silent Mourning *Ana* What a strange dream! I flutter my eyes. Surprisingly, I feel well-rested. I needed more sleep than I realized. “I thought Nicoli came in here.” I start with a look to my side. Of course, it is empty, not that I was expecting him to be here still. It’s just my wishful thinking that someone would still be sleeping there. Of course not. I laugh at my only silliness. It’s just a dream. Why would he come to my room? The idea was too far-fetched, even for me. I want to see him, that is all. I dismiss with an easy smile, even in my dreams. “It was a nice dream, though.” I shift to the side of my pillow to see my silver hair stretch out. I touch it absently. It’s smooth but cold, like the room. I drop my hand to stare at it. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like it's a part of me. It feels odd how something like that comes from me as my own. The color is just so strange. My hair seems to cause more harm than good. It brings pain and isolation. I shift my he
Chapter 79 The Morning Wail (reviewed & edited 4/17/24) *Ana* As the courtroom doors come into view, I can hear something. Someone is crying. No, it's not just crying; they are sobbing deep, shaking sobs. And they sound young. Who’s crying? My chest tightens as we come closer. The sobs echo and have a lingering pull of desperation to them. Whoever is crying, it must be for something important or something terrible. Someone starts to speak. I recognize it instantly because it sends a shiver down my back. Only one person can initiate such a reaction of fear from me. I feel my breath catch as we stop to open the door. “This is not about a break of customs. This is about trust.” Queen Belinda turns her head when the doors open. There is no announcement, but everyone is waiting for me because they look over at once. Immediately, I can feel the air freeze. Eyes upon eyes are watching me. The crowd roams eyes over me and my uncovered hair distantly. It's like I am something foreign.
*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
*Julia*Julia was already out before the posthorse was even taken to the stable. And Like clockwork, she took her spot to stand and wait as the mail was delivered over to Postmaster Nettle. Her presence shocking no one. Why, it was such a common sight to see her now that Nettle nor the other servants even stirred. The silent old woman’s presence was nothing to them. She was simply a part of the process. And like always, she waited and watched for Nettle to approach with hawk-like precision. But regardless of her cold approach or silent pressure, Nettle still kept his own. He would not move faster, even for the queen’s handmaid. He only nodded to her in greeting.“Ah, Julia, I see you have ears like a cat.” he joked. “You arrived just in time. I’ve just received the post.”“PostMaster Nettle,” Julia returned stiffly, already looking past him. Her eyes scanned the letters on the golden tray in his hands. They immediately went to the return addresses. She already vying to see where th
*Ana*Is it really time? Can I really do it at last? The thoughts swim in my head as I dash away from Father. The breeze lifts my shawl as I move.Can I write to Nicoli? I knew this day would come. But now that it’s here, I am almost overwhelmed.It doesn’t feel real to me. After going through so much, the first blood, the coronation, the trade problems, Mykhol’s departure, and countless other things. So much has happened since then. It just never felt like it would happen. But here I am, running. And it feels so unreal. Nothing does now. I can’t even feel the ground under my feet as I move. Everything seems to slow down, or I move even faster.I am only vaguely aware of the sound. It’s my heart. It hits against my chest like a drum and by the time I am back inside, a slight wave of dizziness is swimming over me.But I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I am driven like a moth to a flame. It is like I am floating through the halls. And my body feels weightless as I come to my door.“Naska!” I
*Ana*Is this where I get my work ethic from? It’s fair to make the argument because I am surprised how immediate Father is to start as soon as we get back inside. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so seriously.But he is. And I can’t say I’m not glad about it. When he said get to work, he meant it. Immediately after Mykhol departed, one of the first and most important things Father sought to fix was the supply issue.He made it all look so simple. A new trade route was established going through the Almony mountains, not our desert. And secondly, Almony, not our Nocthen merchants, would be used going forward. This, of course, caused quite the outburst in court, not to have any Nochten’s but foreigners involved. I included. But Father assured me that they would be reliable thanks to his own experience. Even Hidi has vouched for them through letters, among other things. As for the other things, Hidi sounded peeved in her letter. Something about doing surprise visits instead of correspo
*Naska*“I will hold things down until you are back.” Naska managed to whisper, finally having that spare moment alone with Mykhol all morning.Otherwise, I’ll never get my chance. Naska gave a sharp glare behind her to the crowd. Somehow, word had spread overnight of Mykhol’s departure. Thus, why did so many come despite the early morning? They had come to bid their farewells.On any other day, Naska would have warmed at the sight. It demonstrated how many gave their support to him. She would have gloated, prideful at how much power Mykhol had by the display.But the high number of girls in the crowd kept her escalations at bay. The sight of so many in the audience cooled Naska down with their pained expressions and wanton eyes. Eyes, which were all directed at Mykhol, no less. Naska clenched her hand at the sight.Back off, he’s mine. Naska wished she could break away right there and start throttling them. Harm them and something more, that is, until she felt his cool finger graze
*Ana*“Cousin?” I start again finding his silence. Mykhol stiffens but his eyes remain on the door. I almost wish he would turn around and start yelling. But we just continue to stand in silence.“Are you upset?” “Does it matter?” Mykhol’s voice is so quiet that I almost miss it. “Cousin, I don’t want to fight.” I close my hands and take another moment to muster the courage. If I just explain things clearly, he won’t be upset. I’m sure if I explain myself. My reasoning, Mykhol will understand. He will understand. “Cousin, I want to explain myself.” I try again. “From a practical standpoint, you going back to school will be-”“Always so practically aren’t you?” Mykhol’s voice cuts through mine. “Almost to the point of being heartless.” His eyes are like fire. They burn and hurt as they stare down at me. “But I’m sure you’ve heard that one before, right?”I have to dart my eyes and swallow again.“Heartless?”I repeat as an awful memory resurfaces. The whispers and jarring stares
*Naska*“This can’t be happening,” Naska held herself tight as she made her way down the hall. Her feet moving fast as if speed could help something if not her turmoil.It just can’t. Naska shook her head as a painful stretch ran up her chest. It was too awful.Lord Mykhol was being sent away? Just like that? A single word from that brat and he has to go?“No, it just can’t.” Naska went. How was that fair? Surely it wasn’t, right? No, it couldn’t be.He can’t just go. Lord Mykhol was well-loved in court. No one would want him gone. They loved him almost as much as Naska.But what could she do? Naska had no power here. What about someone else? Wasn’t there something to stop Ana? Someone above even her, that could say no?Anyone who could stop this cruel twist of fate? Naska racked her brain for an answer. But the only people she could think of were the same ones with her now. And they were just as inconsolable as Naska opened the door to find Lady Funda a wreck.“We can’t let this happ
*Ana*“The Military academy?!” I don’t know who is more shocked. It’s certainly the last thing I’d thought to hear today.“Now? Why?” I look to Mykhol and back to father before he plants back down. “But father-” I get an instant tap on the nose for using the wrong word. But Father winks at me before smiling. “Because Lord Mykhol said it himself, didn’t he?” Father goes and his servant Johan seems to step up.“His lordship has admitted inexperience,” Johan adds, be it more collected. “You did not finish schooling, if I am correct?” “That is-” Mykhol slightly shifts his lips as if trying to render the next word. But it never forms as someone explodes into laughter from the side. It’s Admiral Nugen, of all people. He is laughing so much that his face is pink.“The military academy?” He holds his sides still laughing. “Ah, this is too rich” Tears are in his eyes. And He continues to laugh so hard it shakes his whole body. “I can’t believe it.” He wheezes between another laugh. He seem
*Ana*“Papa, you are back,” I say, stifling a yawn. It is late, even for a vampire, and it would be a lie to say I wasn’t annoyed by Admiral Nugen’s appearance at my door. But despite being tired, I can not help but be happy as I find the man in the room. At last, he is back! It’s like a dream. And as soon as my eyes find him in the room. All I want to do is rush in and hug him.But wait, I shouldn't do that. I barely collect myself in time. That is not proper.I am an Empress, now, after all. I have to be more aware of my actions. Empresses do not hug on a whim. Even if he may be my father, I must pull myself in. I am not a child anymore. So, instead, I do my best to appear calm and collected. It’s two monarchs meeting each other, after all. I need to start the practice of acting more maturely. My voice, however, despite my desires, cracks with my inner excitement. “I didn’t receive word you were coming.” In truth, I haven’t received any letters at all. From him or Nicoli for som