*King Alexander*King Alexander took in a breath of the odd yet familiar flavor that lingered in the air. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten about the taste but quickly found it brought him back. Alexander could feel the rush of memories like a key unlocking a forgotten door. For a moment, Alexander stood silently as the phantoms played before his eyes. At once, everyone was together like they used to be. Belinda was in the middle, linked in arms with Brartha on one side and Parsul on the other. Alexander remembered the unholy trio as what they used to call themselves. Back then, they were inseparable and seemed to enjoy making him suffer for it. Alexander could remember feeling put out many times as the three would scurry off ahead of him. Each would be engrossed in conversation, breaking into a laugh at a secret joke, and then, as if teasing him, throw a look his way before breaking into laughs again.If only I could go back to that simple time. Alexander watched as
*Ana*“You must be so disappointed not to see Nicoli. ” Father squeezes my hand as we walk back inside. “I’m sorry, Ana.” “No, that’s not-” Why would he say such a thing? Could he see it on my face? I touch my cheeks and mouth quickly. No, I haven’t been frowning. So, how could he guess it?“Not at all,” I quickly excuse. “That’s not- I’m not disappointed.” But, again, Father must see something I don’t know because he shakes his head.“No, You are.” Father rubs my hands. It makes them warm up. I barely register how cold I am until he does. We weren’t outside for long, but my skin must be icy because Father moved to breathe onto my fingers. His hot breath warms my digits even faster.“Why else would you be foolish enough to run outside without a coat?” Father winks. “You were gung-ho on seeing him, weren’t you? ” Father continues to rub and breathe on my skin. “I mean, look how cold you are. You’re like ice now.”“ Did I bring back snow?” Father laughs before kissing my fingers.”My li
*King Alexander* Alexander washed his hands in the icy water before drying them. He could feel Johan waiting behind him. But Alexander needed a moment to steady himself. “Is it all true?” Alexander finally spoke, watching the water in the basin bowl settle. His face looked up at him, suddenly years older. The grays in his beard seemed to have multiples in the very day. “Johan?” Alexander looked over to see his old friend. “Tell me.” “Her Majesty Hildenberg is right.” Johan went to make Alexander wince. “God.” “It’s worse.” “What could be worse?” Alexander was already in disbelief as it was. He had already seen and heard enough to be more than troubled. “What’s possibly worse?” How has Ana been able to survive this long on her own? It made Alexander more depressed the longer he thought about it. “Those rumors are back.” Johan went. “What rumors?” Alexander turned to see Johan only looking at him ”Oh,” Alexander’s stomach turned.” You mean ‘THAT ONE’ ” “That pesky rumo
*Ana*“So, here it is?” I take in a deep breath and turn. “How do I look?” I would take a spin to show Father the entirety of the dress, but it is too difficult. All the jewels and embroidery make the dress heavy. Just extending my arms, I can feel the weight pull me down. All this work and the dress is still impractical. I can’t help but renew my distaste for the dress. Not only is it gaudy, but it’s not even functional, which I consider the worst sin. But I console myself that this will be the first and last time I must bear with it.It will be over soon. I keep repeating. It helps calm me down.“Papa?” I check on the uncharacteristically silent man. Father seems to be looking over the dress before reanimating. “Like a beacon of hope.” Father praises with a grand smile. “You are breathtaking.”“Papa,” I reached out to take his hands. He kissed mine before kissing my head. His beard moved the chains for my shawl as he pulled back to look down on me.“Your mother would be so proud.
*Ana*It’s finally here; I breathe and stiffen my back. It is the moment I have been waiting for. My heart is beating so fast. I barely feel my feet pick up as I step into the room.The head priest stands in the center. The old man is beyond years, and all the red in his hair has faded to white. But his eyes look over me with a cold sternness.I can almost hear him say, ‘Hurry up’ through his eyes. I would love to. But this dress is so heavy that I must pace myself or topple over. It would be better without heels. I already curse the damn footwear. But I couldn’t forgo them because the hem would be dragging. It is yet another addition that makes this dress somehow worse. I am starting to suspect this was done on purpose. Aunt Funda made the dress as uncomfortable and noxious as possible.But I won’t let it get to me. I stay focused. It’s finally here! I have to try hard to steady myself. But even with all my excitement, something lingers in my mind. “Why did he-” My lips still ting
*Ana*It’s been a while since I’ve seen everyone in such a good mood. I think and try to remember when that was. The great hall is loud and full of excited voices. Everyone seems to be talking at once. Happy sounds surround us as we take our seats at the table. Maybe when Mykhol first came back from the academy, I recall. Yes, it’s almost the same. But this time, it’s not about him. I smile a little at the thought.“Ana?” Mykhol, meanwhile, looks up curiously.”What is it? You're smiling.” “I-” I feel my breath catch as I suddenly remember before. “It’s nothing, Cousin.” I quickly dart away to look at anything else. I must stop dwelling on it and force down the strange feeling in my stomach. “I was just admiring the room.” I avoid Mykhol to look at Aunt Funda purposely. “You did a wonderful job of decorating, Aunt.”“Ha, of course, I did.” Aunt Funda clicks her tongue and puffs up her chest in praise.” I have been slaving day and night to ensure everything goes well.”“I can see th
*King Alexander* “I want to make an announcement.” Alexander used a strong, clear voice to make the room turn. Suddenly, Alexander could feel a thousand red eyes staring back at him. It was intense and pulled on his gut. It’s like a mouse gazing into the eyes of a snake. Alexander mused darkly. His instinct was flaring up, but he fought it back. It would only make things worse if he backed down. Most of all, Alexander didn’t want to give the satisfaction. They would like nothing better than to see Alexander cower. Even now, Alexander could see the open glares come from many. “Damn foreigner,” A low hiss rumbled across the floor as another coughed. “Just like a human, trying to steal the attention.” “Why is he even here?” Alexander looked at the mass of sour faces. So few faces looked neutral, let alone friendly, which only reaffirmed Alexander’s resolve. “Everyone,” Alexander went again, pulling on his winning smile.“ first, I propose a toast to my daughter,” Alexander motioned
*Ana *“Papa?” I notice a change in Father, who seems to grow quiet. I follow his gaze to see Admiral Nugen leaving. Did he have business with him? “Do you need something with Admiral Nugen?” Should I call him?“What?” Father blinks like he is waking back up. “What, oh, no, nothing.” Father smiles and moves to take his wine. He reanimates as if it were nothing, but I can’t help but look over.I am too late. Admiral Nugen is long gone. Whatever Father needed, I won’t find out. But I have other things to worry about right now, like how this will work. “Are you sure about this, Papa?” I ask after recovering from the shock. Everyone else seems to be moving back to a leisurely pace. People converse or eat again. Save from Mykhol and Aunt and Uncle. They are reticent despite how loud the room is getting. Maybe they are just enjoying their food. Aunt Funda certainly worked hard enough for it. I consider watching her fiddle with her fork. She must be hungry.“How will this work? ” I look
*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