*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.
*Ana* Who is screaming? I vaguely recognize it. Someone was screaming. The voice was high and shook. It sounded horrified and unhinged. Make it stop. The screaming is too loud. It hurts my ears. Why won’t anyone make her stop screaming? I cover my ears, but it does nothing. It still sounds so loud. My hands can barely block the sound. It’s muffled, but like I put my head underwater. "Ana-" The scream suddenly stops when a hand wraps over my mouth. I feel their other hand circle my waist and pull me in. The arm tightens, and I shudder. I looked up and found it was Mykhol. He’s looking down at me. “Cousin,” My voice is soft and almost lost as a broken whimper shakes my chest. My legs lose form, and I lean against him as my eyes turn back. “No, don’t look,” Mykhol tries to cover my eyes now, but moving from my mouth just gives me the chance to scream again. “Ah!” I scream. I scream from the very bottom of my stomach as tears flow down my cheeks. I don’t need to see it because t