A figure tumbles across the hallway trying hard to keep up its balance. It shuffles through all the stairs, climbing each one with a rush leading it to trip almost on every step that it makes. The doors to the chamber are pushed with a loud thud, as the figure crouches holding on to the knees, catching every breath to inform the purpose of its arrival. “What happened? Why do you look like you are about to be killed?”, the healer asks, looking at the disheveled appearance of the figure on the door. “The queen knows the truth”, as soon as the words fell on the ears of the healer, his head snapped up, his eyes threatening to light up at the piece of information, but he needed to be sure before he celebrated anything. “How do you know?”, he asks, containing his happiness, and tucking it behind his cold demeanor. “I heard them…”, the figure takes a deep breath entering the chambers and closing the door behind them. “Yesterday night, I heard the Queen confronting Max about the situation
“So, what do you propose King Martin?”, I say sitting in front of the two most powerful King. King Martin - King of South dynasty, strong, powerful, and most of all well-versed and experienced in ruling a kingdom since he was nineteen.And second King Monogary - King of the west, a plump man almost in his seventies, witty, smart, extremely cunning, and ready to pass his throne to his elder son, Prince Aaron. My eyes trail between the three men sitting before me, their eyes filled with the same disgust, and disgrace to see a woman on the throne. It’s like my body has turned numb to the looks, the rage in me at the disgrace a mere speck of dust that just bothers when it is in your eyes, and anytime you wish you could pluck it, and make sure it no longer distracts or even disturbs you. I sigh, at the silence I receive at my question, the meeting turning into nothing but silent scrutiny based on gender and prejudices. “King Monogary”, I address him looking him in the eye, and he chuck
“What?”, the word roars through my mouth as I look at mom for the incredulous statement she had made seconds before. “I am not doing anything like that.” “Princess Adria, do not forget I am your mom and you will do as I wish”, she bellows standing before me. Her face morphed into pure rage, as her eyes spit the venom in them. “It’s Queen Adria mom, do not forget it I am the Queen '', I hissed at the words that left my mouth. I don't want to disgrace her, but her decisions do not give me a chance to think rationally. She chuckles at my words as she walks toward me, “No you are not the queen, yet.”, she stands before me, her stature that of the Queen she shows herself to the world outside. “You will become the queen when you are a wife to some King. The East does not belong to you Adria, you are the daughter of the Kingdom - the princess. You were a responsibility that I and Dad had to look after until you marry someone, and become their Queen.” she says, the words adorned with
I look at myself in the mirror, as helpers swarm in and out of my chambers with rings, crowns, neck pieces, clothes, perfumes, and what not to embezzle me for the ceremony. They pull the strings to the corsets, pulling several gowns up and down my body diligently waiting for approval from mom. Well, she believed her daughter should look the best, and has taken over the duty to try all the hundred and two dresses on me to select one. Which apparently will accentuate my beauty. I grin at the irony of the idea of choosing a husband. All they could see is me in my best form caked in layers of tints to highlight even my flaw, and what I will see is the glory written on scrolls beside them exaggerating even the deed of killing a mute animal hidden behind trees and bushes. I roll my eyes when I see mom's eyes light up in excitement at the perfect dress. The same old story, a dress that vacates nothing to the imagination. The corset was pulled tight enough to pop my breasts through the cu
“Azrael sweetheart, could you please come here”, I call Azrael, my craziness peeking through my lashes, as I adorn a soft grin on my face. “Ahh… This is going to be a long day”, I groan leaning against Azrael’s shoulder. “I appreciate, that not all men that walked in here were here for the wealth. Oh god, they really believed me when I said I would give them a trunk of gold coins”, I shake my head in fay disappointment. “Do you think I will waste the money of my kingdom on some money-lurching leeches? Never. As I said, they will not receive a single penny. So, now that the greed is taken care of, let me explain things in a simple language. ”, I link my arm with Azrael’s threading our fingers, as I raise his palm to kiss his knuckles. “This is the man I love”, I say my eyes dart immediately looking at Max. His shoulders rise and drop a sigh leaving his lips. He stares at the ground, his knuckles turning pale at the grip on the sword, and I smirk at the misery that he feels. Paybac
Two birds with one stone is not a bad idea.“Ahh… wow this looks so hot. I am sure, I will be ok with that little hotness on my skin when it is followed by such a sensuous act”, the same auburn hair man croaks, and I walk towards him. “I know right, just a small burn. You want to get a taste of the sensuousness”, I say and he nods his head in a frantic yes. I pull his arm in my hand, rolling the sleeve of his robe up. I tilt the candle, letting the hot wax pool continuously in a single spot, and he shouts almost making me deaf. “Ahh… That hurts. Are you mad, how could you do this? My skin, it hurts. No way, I am going to marry in this madness, never.”, he shouts running out of the room. “Oh, anyone else who would like to try this?”, I wiggle the candle in my hand, and ten men run right out of the door. Nine more stubborn asses to go. I stretch my hands up in the air, letting the knots on my back loosen. “I am sure, I can take the burn. I have taken it several times and this won
“Adria, choose one”, Max says with his beaming smile. If it wasn’t for the sun, I would have mistaken the light around me for his smile. I mirror his expression, jutting my lips in a pout.“But Max, they are both beautiful, can’t I have both”, I say and he rolls his eyes.“You can have the other in the future, but right now you need to choose one. Just focus on the colors of the tulips, and pick one that calls out to you.”, he says, his face and voice softening.I shake my head, giving up on the banter. Placing my hand on my hips, I focus on the tulips in his hand. The white and the pink bunch are separately held by him, both emitting the same beauty, and serenity through them. They both have this vivid smell
I cough blood as a brutal punch lands on my cheeks, the impact of repeated punches and kicks rendering me weak in the middle of the forest.As I land on my knees on the ground, I look at the healer through the corner of my eyes. The snark on his face is a devious expression of revenge. Another kick lands on me from behind, my mouth filling with the taste of iron." Why are you doing this?", I ask, spitting the blood in my mouth. The leaves underneath me turn brown with the tint of my blood, as my head spins with the repeated kicks and blows on my back. Ten men in black capes surround me, cracking their knuckles and staring down at my half-dead form when a laugh echoes through the healer's mouth."Oh, I am sorry. I forgot to tell you why I wanted you dead", he say