*Naska*How long does it take to entertain? Naska sharpened her fangs with a look from the clock to the desk. There, the tower of letters piled up. Naska never learned how to read and never saw a need to. But she wasn't oblivious. Even without reading, she could guess who the letters were from. The neat handwriting, light-colored paper, and perfume were a dead giveaway. “Yuck,” Naska plugged her nose at the smell. Why can't they leave my Mykhol alone? It was aggravating to see girls still come up or steal looks at him. If only I could tell them off. Naska hated the fact they still had to hide their relationship. But Mykhol insisted that until he was on the throne, they would keep quiet about them. So Naska had to bear with it.“My lord has always been popular.” He always was. But it has accelerated now. Mykhol had an invitation to a private gathering almost every day.Multiple times a day. Naska noted with a sting. Mykhol was barely alone now as it was. These wretches are g
*Ana*“It’s so quiet.” Now that everyone is gone.Bruno is away with Naska. Father and Hidi are in Dawny. And now, even Admiral Nugen is gone.“Funny,” I muse to the roses.I used to like the quiet. But now I can’t stay still for some reason.Perhaps because even Mykhol is busy nowadays?“He's always been popular.” However, it’s intensified as of late. Mykhol has so many social gatherings now that I barely see him.“How long has it been since I’ve been alone like this?” Dare I say it, am I lonely?I cradle the rose gently with one hand. This one is just starting to bloom. “If Maddie were here, she would put you in my hair.” She had a habit of doing that. I smile sadly.“Maddie,” Yes, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve genuinely been alone. Not since she came into my life. And even after when she- I sink a little, remembering.I must be so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear them come up.“Your Empress,” The voice starts. “Are you alright?”“ Sir Pendwick?” I look up to
*Ana*“Cousin,” I turn to find him before lifting my brow. Mykhol looks like he was in the midst of changing. His hair is a little jumbled, and his clothes are somewhat in disarray. It’s very unlike him. Is he in a rush for something? I wonder before catching myself staring too long.“Cousin, what are you doing here?” “Someone didn’t heed my warning.” Mykhol slides his hand down my arm to pull up my hand.“Oh,” A small gasp escapes as he not only takes it but brings it up to his lips.“Unless you like to make me jealous.” Mykhol’s lips press lightly over my skin.A shiver runs up my spine as he looks up.Jealous? “Don't be silly,” I mutter, quickly averting my eyes to calm my suddenly fast heart. “I would do no such thing.”“If you say so.” Mykhol lowers my hand, but not before weaving his fingers through mine.“Cousin,” I pout. But it’s too late. His grip is already tight around me.Mykhol must be in one of his grabby moods again.I wish he would grow out of this habit. I sink bu
*Alexander*“How long were you planning on doing this, Belinda?” Alexander held up the letters in her face.“Three letters are here!” It was Physical proof. Alexander didn’t want it to be true. But Johan was right. They found the letters in the study. There were three. Three letters all marked to him but somehow managed to end up in Belinda’s mail. Not, not just, they were buried underneath the pile for who knows how long?Or how long they would be there, which was the darker question.A question Alexander was going to face first.“What are my letters doing in your possession?”“I don’t know how they got here.” She doesn’t know? Was that the god's honest truth? No, Alexander couldn’t believe it even if he so very much wanted to because the evidence was right in his hands. “Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not.” Belinda raised one brow as if hurt. “ I’m sure this is a mistake, right Julia?”“Yes, your majesty,” Julia bowed. She looked more remorseful than Belinda. “You get so many letters,
*King Alexander*“The horses are getting restless, Sire.” Johan pointed out, but Alexander didn’t need him. He could the beasts neigh and hoove the ground from the platform. It was time to go. But still, Alexander lingered.“Sire,” Johan motioned again, pulling his sleeve. “If you want to postpone till tomorrow.”“No, let’s go.” Alexander turned, with one fleeting look, to the castle. But the door remained shut. No one was coming to see him off.“She’s really not going to say goodbye.” “Your Majesty?” Johan turned, but Alexander waved him off. It wasn’t meant for his ears.“Nothing, we’ve wasted enough time.” Alexander went for the stairs. He kept his face firm to hide everything. Instead, he turned to look up to the sky. It was littered with stars, and the moon was waxing.“It will be a full moon by the time we get there.”“It will, your majesty.” “I hope we won’t be too late by then.” Alexander clenched his hand as the carriage came closer. “We’ll just have to hurry-”“Wait!” Th
*Julia*The morning light stung Julia’s eyes as she sat up. It had not been an easy night because of the pain. But, sleep or not, it was time to get to work.“Mew,” The white cat grumbled as Julia got up. He yawned and stretched out his legs before sitting up to watch her.“I’m glad someone at least got to sleep.” Julia scratched his head to get a purr out of him. He begged for more, but Julia couldn’t waste any more time.It was time she saw exactly how bad it was. Julia stood before the mirror, looking at her new wounds. Her back and legs were riddled with thick red lines. Queen Belinda had stayed to her word. Julia was whipped with exactly 20 lashes on her back. But my poor legs. Julia touched them, careful of the puffed-up skin. Belinda had given each leg 20 on its own.“She didn’t need to be so excessive.” Julia lamented, but she wasn't angry or resentful. The opposite, actually, is that Julia could sympathize. Belinda wanted to make a point of it. And poor Julia had to
*Nicoli*“I don’t understand. It should be right here.” Nicoli kept saying it. But it didn't seem to work. It wasn’t anywhere.But that doesn’t make any sense. Stone figurines don’t just get up and walk off by themselves, do they? Of course not.“I swear I had it right here before I left.” Why did I leave it behind? Again, Nicoli regretted it, but his pockets were too small. It wouldn't fit.I should have just taken it with me. If I had known it would be gone- I wasn’t gone that long, though. For once, Hidi was actually serious. She didn't make any jokes or try any tricks. It surprised even him. Hidi was surprisingly mature about leaving back for Almony that morning. “I can’t stay and play with you forever, Nicoli. Though it has been fun.” Hidi was giving her last farewells.“But I need to start ruling my country.” Hidi then laughed at something. “But it doesn't mean you are off the hook. You better grow another foot when I come back. I am not fond of short men.”“Short- you're
*Admiral Nugen*“What is this?” Admiral Nugen mused as he went through his bag to find the atlas, and then he spotted the foreign object inside.I don’t remember packing this. Admiral Nugen pulled it out curiously. It looked to be some kind of journal of sorts. But it had no markings and was bound in some soft black leather. Too soft, Admiral Nugen could immediately feel the leather was of high quality. But that didn’t make any lick of sense. Nugen never had anything beyond what was practical. This journal was clearly expensive. Something he could never afford, let alone own one.So clearly, this isn’t mine. Admiral Nugen was sure of it. But then, why did he have it? “How’d you get in there?” Admiral Nugen moved to open the cover.“Who-”“Admiral Nugen?” The voice entered the tent before one of his men stepped forward. Admiral Nugen dropped the book to the side expectantly.“Do you have an update?” He asked but it was more a formality at this point. The news was the same. The vampi