CHAPTER THREE

There are a lot of challenges that are remain unsolved as Argen also been into that stressing encounter seeing how her fate truly was kept with a pack of burdens and mystery. She questioned herself during an instance of fixing her mind and get more free to comprehend the real state of particular circumstance. And will she be able to stop it from happening?

The banquet was delayed that exact ten o’clock in the morning. However, Argen still insist to continue the celebration at evening. She called Headmistress Danie by ordering one of her maidens inside the room. She was still stuck in her bed and got no choice but to deeply rewind all those confusing scenario. She could feel how her heart was throbbing so fast. She could feel that frightening emotion that never was her attitude even she’s used with those threats. It was like everything really changed after involving herself though a lot of chaos and unsure consequences.

Getting in a hole with new red backgrounds, feeling the heat with strange conditions and the book she flipped at her young age with a lot of creepy images and the fact where their historical backgrounds came up with deadly tactics. And she wonder why does it have to be followed. And why does it need to be asked for to get their expectations paid an abundancy they’ve desired.

“Yes, Your Highness. What do you want me to do?” There it was Headmistress Danie, bringing a tray with a bunch of apples and a hot tea for her as well, even she didn’t ask for it. “Are you getting well?” She approached her and placed her hand against Argen’s forehead.

Argen nodded and make a thin smile. “I’m getting fine. And I should. Thanks for bringing me these. I feel starving, ” said Argen as she reached for the apple and make a quick sip to the tea. “Actually, I wanted you to make a request of mine. . .” Headmistress Danie looked at her as she waited for her words. “About the people who skipped to give their charge of promises. We ought to make a secret inspection and isolate those people automatically to stop them from escaping.”

“What are you talking about, Princess? You wanted them to be in an exclusive room or get them tricked by that to stop them from getting away again?” Headmistress was anxious about Argen’s thought. That was sudden, all of her ways really was untold and unpredictable. Even Danie couldn’t figure out why she suddenly came up with this idea at exact moment of her crowning as a Queen of Versailles.

“Yes, exactly. I need them to get punished. Thus, we have to announce that as soon as possible to make everything clear. They’re the runaways and it’s a damn,” said Argen, blurting those sentences out of consciousness. She’s triggered of something and have to ask for the pay in order to get her soul live in tranquility already. But that wasn’t preferable yet. And she’s craving for ways to get out from insanely illusions. She believes that probably it’ll be the way to stop all those disaster that came up to disturb her.

“When did you plan this, princess?” Headmistress Danie asked while trying to probe Argen’s behavior. Every thing suddenly change, even on strands of her hair. There’s an orange hiding between her brunette hair. It can be seen if you’re in a close up look. “I actually doubt your decisions, Argen. It’s so sudden, and yet your purpose aren’t specified. I ought to at least know the intentions.”

Argen was still out of her mind and couldn’t evade thinking too much about what she have been through. Was she paranoid? Or afraid that the collector might go after her after her parents went disappear and did not even tend to paid their obligations to that woman? The princess took a bite on her apple and calm herself after she feel the goosebumps run through her skin that is rare when she’s talking about this stuff.

Argen faked a smile and show her weary presence, such that losing an interest about the consequences she have to manage. It’s too young for this lady to take after the throne and soon to make a rule of her parent’s lovely land, the Versailles, wealthiest among firm countries. “Aren’t you afraid getting all paranoia? I mean, you seem to be in it. But ended up losing the sanity, wanting to scream just to escape that hell—”

Princess Argen’s were trailed off as Headmistress Danie firmly furrowed her brows while saying, “Were you having psychological problem? Do you need to check yourself up? You seem not feeling well these days—”

Argen glared at her and shouted in frustration, “I don’t have any disorders. I just need a peace in my soul! That is what all I need. Can’t you hear what I’m saying to you?” Argen put her bitten apple on the tray while in a minute of display for saving all her energy to state her argument. “I need you to do inspection and do what I furtherly say.”

Headmistress Danie get to fix the tray and bow in apology. “Yes, princess Argen.” The dense slowly disperse as Danie left her room making a last preach of apology for this child of Royals. Argen couldn’t blame Danie to interrogate about her plan. She still have to sent confirmations, and so therefore she wouldn’t fail every action she’s doing. By seeing her eyes, she fear it again. Being alone in her spacious room, and might saw the woman that early morning and pull her in the trouble again.

She stand up and walk straight to her front porch. The birds flew themselves already as this princess make a very unexpected presence. She looked through their gate and saw how many people do excitedly walking down the hallway while being escorted with their lovely partners at this very cold night. Argen embraced herself as she get inside her room again. She directly approached her full-length mirror and glance to herself. She was stunned to see her appearance and body figure totally was changing. It’s far from what she had saw that morning.

She touched her waist by her hands and knitted her brows. She drew herself nearer and as soon she found out, her eyes was in a dark red. It seems like nothing happened, but it’s obviously blazing. Around her iris contains a sharp line that was marked in hue of dark orange. She suddenly heard a voice from her mind saying, “It’s been a while when there’s a person who’s already willing to fulfill an obligation of herself. It should’ve happened. For it’s a great peace upon you. Understood?”

Argen tried to deny the fact that she could hear those echoing reminders. A threat, she could say. There’s nothing else that could let herself in peace. Even in the castle that was built decades ago, and in from consecutive historical ancestry. She was still bothered by that voices, calling her a million times already even at her childhood years. It’s a great annoyance that is uneasy to disrupt for it’s a part of her fate as well. To live as Royal with uncertainty, even the power could say.

The woman’s voice added the statement echoing in every corner of her room a words that she deeply think about, “You have the powers. To heal everyone. And let’s see if how you can able to handle the connecting pain from them. . .if there aren’t credit for all those debt.”

As she was wondering about that, she couldn’t think less and instead she have to stick to her plans. Just concerning about the chaos she had stepped in. By looking at every corner of her room, she feel the coziness above her. She twice looked at her mirror. Probed her eyes, and saw normally herself in a dark brown eyes.

She approached her table with a telephone on it. She pressed the keys and attempt to dial someone. She breathe for a while and calm herself from forming nervousness inside her. “You may get the plyers in Headmistress’ Danie office and ask for it. Paste it all outskirts of town,” she ordered and hang up the call already.

The fascinating preparation in palace’s ball. There are few of the people who’s stunning with their glistening dresses and the polished tiles on the floor starts to make a sound as the heels of the visitor came up swaying their feet harmoniously and whirl with a waltz aspect in dancing.

This guy wearing a corporate attire was holding his folder with a list of attendees who just arrived and are invited while showing an piece of invitation card on their hand. He suddenly peek to the entrance door, waiting for his friend to come in. It’s been a couple of weeks that Destino hadn’t able to reach him out after been busier with his businesses as well to the outskirts of town. And this guy, Caminito Elsfo, server in Versailles castle, can only able to reach people when it was in order.

He seems not too ambitious for his life. He begun to inspect to the other visitor who just came in with a genuine smile across her face and extend his arm to show the card. There was Destino who just came in, wearing the black coat and a tie in it. He was glancing to the ceiling at first before making an eye contact to Caminito already.

“You just came in. . . as what I expected,” said Caminito while trying to fit himself in his own coat wear as well. He seems uncomfortable with that suite, as expected he have to make a loan to bank just to purchase a business outfit especially at this occasion. This was the most important event for the castle, as it is also the time for recognition through the workers of palace and the majesty. But unfortunately, the chosen wear was tight for him.

“You’ve got a great outfit. Someone bought it for you?” Caminito merely forced a smile to Destino’s thought. And yes, he was poor and unable to afford any materialistic character for he sought for promotion and acknowledged. This man quite estimating him at his very own vision. By judging Destino, he’s insensitive with the particulars.

“Aren’t you get going? There are few people at your back,” said Caminito while forcing a smile and slightly bow his head motioning his hands to his own way through the ballroom. “Oh, I forgot. You’ve been asking me for this.” He approached him again as Destino was already leading himself towards the venue. Caminito held the small envelope and inserted it to Destino’s coat pocket where was just in front of his.

“I could repay you by tomorrow. See you.” And there Destino winked his right eye and fix his coat as nothing happened. Was that a thing for Caminito to earn another recognition and appreciation again? And yes, he was the server who worked hard to follow the orders that he was told so. It’s part of his obligation to be concern about the existing affair, just to live earning more extra expenses that he may deposit for his debt.

For Caminito isn’t rich, but lucky to get in as employee of Versailles castle that he ever wanted to be since his was thirteen. It was he’s inspired from his father who made a loyal service to this Clus Royals. But was that the thing why Caminito wanted to desperately to follow the step of his father? Even he have to be risk taker in order to fit in the standards of this Versailles land that he partly intend to invade for some reason.

“Caminito.” The man called him that he have the call on his telephone at his office. He couldn’t believe it, for it’s his first time as well to act like no more invisibility again after year of servicing. He rushed through his small office and take the call.

He clear his throat and sigh before grabbing the telephone to answer while greeting, “Hello, Caminito at your service. Good day.”

“Caminito, that is. You seem available this moment,” said Princess Argen in hoarsely. Caminito nod his head even it cannot be seen. He was excited, hoping that he may get the chance to increase his chance of getting near with her. Hearing Argen’s voice exclusively was one of her ambition, servicing her at his fullest effort, and endowing all the best that he can just to satisfy and compliment him.

“I am. What shall I do, Your Majesty?” He asked.

“I wanted you to go outskirts of town. And since later quarter to eight in the evening. You have to be back again after pasting all the plyer to neighborhood.” He could feel how low he is now, getting to follow her order was the best for her ears, as he believed it was. But its also a saddest part to make the role of servicing going to outskirts.

“Will I able to borrow a horse for that, ma’am?” He asked mindlessly. That’s one thing for sure that he desired to ride in again after his horse was slaughter last year. “I couldn’t make a chance to walk that too far—”

Argen argue with him and answer abruptly with, “No!” He feel embarrassed and at the same time, broke. “You may get the plyers in Headmistress’ Danie office and ask for it. Paste it all outskirts of town,” she added repeatedly. Caminito was worried about the distance of his hiking. It took an hour to get there and then paste it all through ever corner and to its center town.

That was the longest journey he may offer to sacrifice just to obey the order of this princess. And if he failed to get in time. He’d lost the recognition part of the party. He looked at his wristwatch. It’s 6 o’clock in the evening. He got a run through Destino, asking for a favor..

There was Destino standing to high tables, sipping to his drink while talking to a lady. “Excuse me. Can I talk to you, Destino?” Caminito interrupts their conversation and this lady considered the interference.

Destino followed him a few distance away from the crowd and ask for the reason. Then there’s Caminito suddenly opening the problem saying, “The princess ordered me to paste the plyers I’ll get in Headmistress’ Danie. And I have to paste it all outskirts of town.”

“And?”

“Can I just borrow your horse for a while? Or do you ride on your carriage? May I use it for an hour?” Destino glared at him and rolled his eyes in frustration.

“You’ve got the nerve to disturb me just to owe me a thing, again? Are you insane? I have to go—” Destino was about to swerve his way out and back to his track but the hem of his coat was grabbed by Caminito’s trembling hand.

“Please—”

“I said no! And don’t make me pressured, Nito. Or else, I’m not going to do what you need!” And that sound s a threat for him that he feared to happen. Thus, he let him go and decided not to ask again.

And by that consequences, he realized it wasn’t a kind of friendship thing that he may receive from Destino. For he’s doing such exchange thing in order to complete the most advantage part to himself. Caminito was in misery and hopelessness. And had decided to get through his way after getting the flyers.

“You may use mine, Caminito.” He feels hope, and by that moment he couldn’t believe that person have a great heart and good concerns. He smiled and already have lighten up his mood and now lifting from sudden breakdown.