“He can’t play protector forever, right?”
Chapter # The Impatient Guests *King Alexander* King Alexander looked out the window to admire the seasonal change. The once lush greenery was turning into brass, gold, and red shades. It was a bittersweet sight. Time has moved on. King Alexander couldn’t deny it. It was months since Ana was gone, and months of silence only dragged on as he waited. “I hope everything is alright-” King Alexander didn’t get to finish the thought as the door opened. It revealed just the man he’d been waiting to see. “Well?” King Alexander met Johan’s eyes. He had left to see Nettle, the postmaster. “Has it come?” “It has.” Johan nodded, and Nicoli, eagerly awaiting the mail like a habit now, sprang from the couch. “Finally!” The boy was up and running over with his hands up.“Give me! Give me! I want to see!” “Son,” King Alexander brandished. But just as quickly, he couldn’t fault the boy. Nicoli had been waiting as much as he was. It’s here at last. King Alexander moved to take the letter and
*Ana* “The season has changed quite nicely, don’t you think, Naska?” I look at the roses. “I guess.” Naska glances over with little interest. Most are dead save the last few blooms. I wanted to savor them as it would be the last time I would see them until the following spring. “Just means it's going to get cold soon.” Naska goes. Again, she pulls the shawl around as if she is about to shiver. But she’s the only one. Bruno seems comfortable as he plays with a stick by me. “It will be winter soon.” Bruno goes, and I have to smile.“Yes, and it will be Nicoli’s birthday.”“Who?” Bruno snaps the stick and stares at me before it dawns on him. “Oh! The Prince. Yeah.” “Perfect, Bruno.” I pat his head. “You remembered well.”“I’m good at memorizing stuff.” Bruno declares as he moves to pick up a stone. He looks over it before putting it in his pocket. I guess it must be a good one.“You are, indeed.” I smile before something else dawns on me. “He will be nine this winter.” “Nine!” Bru
*Ana*I clench my teeth as the words spin. I don’t know what to think, but my legs seem to understand what to do. They take off as soon as it’s over.“Are you mad?” Bruno’s voice is small as he follows a few steps back. I almost forgot he was there. Bruno is a reticent sort of child. Even his footsteps are hushed.“I-” I can’t formulate the words. I’m not sure I should. Bruno is a child who knows nothing of this. It would confuse him.Besides, Bruno is not the one I want to talk to. I turn into the familiar hall to see Mykhol’s door. It’s left slightly open. He must be in there.“Cousin,” I push through without any warning. “We need to talk-” “Your Empress.” Naska scrambles to get up from the floor. Her face is flushed as she moves to wipe her mouth. “Why are you-” I blink but shake my head.” It doesn’t matter. I need to speak with my cousin alone.” “Alone? But why-” Naska frowned with a quick look at Mykhol, but he seemed unbothered. “Privately? This is a surprise.” Mykhol turns
*Admiral Nugen*Admiral Nugen was still in pain from the dungeons. But he worked hard to hide it just as he hid all the bruises underneath his clothes. He did not want to disturb Ana any more than she already was. Admiral Nugen could take care of himself. He didn’t like to worry her. It was what Admiral Nugen was worried about. And it seemed his worries were justified. All he needed to do was look around the room before seeing the disappointing reality. It’s good I came when I did. Admiral Nugen’s chest lifted as he caught one of the advisers yawning. Beside the same man, another leaned over to whisper something, followed by a snicker.No one is taking this seriously. Admiral Nugen narrowed his eyes on the man to make him stop abruptly and straighten up. He seemed to be paying attention now, but it was too late. As the light shone through the windows, it was clear that the room full of men did not want to be there.These men were to be her advisors. They were seasoned stagiest, gene
*Hidi*“Mama,” Hidi loudly sighed before picking up her fingernails. It was a dull affair for her because it meant waiting. But still, habits die hard, don't they?“Mama,” Hidi went again with a roll of her eyes. “Can you read any slower, mama?” Hidi dug her teeth under her nails to spit out the dirt. “Or maybe you need glasses?” Hidi stopped to smile as her mother made a face, finding out what she was doing.“Hidi, stop that.” Bratha, Hidi’s mother, made a face before giving up. Hidi, out of all her children, was the most headstrong. Bratha had gone over and over why she should stop the nasty habit. But of course, Hidi wouldn’t listen.“And be quiet, or I’ll behead you.” Bratha went, flipping the invite over again. “I need glasses? Ha,” She scuffed to herself. “I’m not that old.”“Could have fooled me.” Hidi widened her grin, making the jab. “Hidi,” Bratha flinched. Age was always a concern to her, though no one would guess how old she was just by looking.Bratha was still a vibran
*King Alexander*King Alexander could hear the horse jitter and neigh. They were growing annoyed by the weight of the reins and the cold air. They wanted to go, but Alexander could not abide them just yet. He still had to give his goodbyes, and with that, he turned to meet his family.Queen Belinda stood together with Nicoli. Her eyes were wet, likely from crying where no one could see, but otherwise, she stayed composed. Belinda even took the time to dress in her finest for him. It seemed important that she was beautiful to him the last time they saw each other, even when no one was around to see her. “You will be back right after, I expect.” Belinda’s voice was somewhat sharper than Alexander would have expected. She’s still angry. Alexander didn’t have to ask. But he pretended not to notice all the same. Otherwise, it just restarted the argument. Both did not seem to want to have this early in the morning.“Eventually, my dear.” Alexander leaned in to kiss her cheek, but Belinda
*Ana*We are in the middle of briefing in my study when the knock on the door interrupts us. It is Aunt Funda. And she seems to be in a hurry, as there is a rush to her step.“Aunt Funda?” I start as Mykhol stirs up from the couch.“Mother?” A loud yawn stretches Mykhol’s mouth, and he rubs his eyes. Was he asleep? I am immediately disappointed. I thought he was just being quiet.“Cousin,” I shake my head at him. But I’m already adjusting. Cousin must have gotten too comfortable on the couch, that’s all. I will have to hold our next meeting at a table with hard chairs. I conclude before catching Admiral Nugen. He looks between Mykhol and Aunt Funda in silence, but I see a faint frown turn his lip. I should hurry this along so we can get back to work. “Aunt Funda?” I notice she’s not carrying the silver letter tray. So she’s not here to bring mail. “What is it?” “A guest,” Aunt Funda sounds a little haggard with a glance to Mykhol. “has arrived, your empress.” “Already?”Mykhol l
*Belinda*It is no small task to run a country. Belinda frowned as she looked at the tower of papers. It took all morning to approve new laws, resolve disputes, and accept or deny new claims. Most of which, Belinda discovered, were past due.“Alexander,” Belinda hissed under her breath and shook her head. He never was a man for administrative tasks. That was nothing new. But Belinda had no idea he was slacking this far back.Belinda noted the dates. The oldest ones trailed back to Nicoli’s tea party. That would make sense since so much was happening. What with the guests, Hidi and that and her Empress? But this didn’t improve Belinda’s mood. Alexander gets too distracted by things. Belinda rested the quill beside her to steal a lookup. The study was especially warm today thanks to the fire roaring constantly. Julia was doing a quality job of keeping it up and packed. It was a little hot for Belinda’s taste, but she wasn’t the one to be concerned with.“My sweet boy,” Belinda cooed wi