The air around the palace walls to the feast hall was well permeated with great opulence, to match the class of the nobles that were invited to the feast and to show them who was the superior one. The newly arriving invited guest trotted in with elegance in twos and threes, each having a great expectation of the reason why they were invited by the queen herself. It took Scarlett lot of courage to make up her mind and dress up for the feast, without putting the disappointment of it not being her own son's day to be announced forward. Hendrix who had been informed by his sister about the postponement of the marriage, still could not feel any better because it didn't sound like a good news to him. It was still a guarantee that the wedding would still hold. The time didn't matter. The palace seamster who made special clothes for the king and princes, had been summoned by the queen days before the feast, in order for him to make the best quality of cloth that would fit Elliott's positio
Elliott who had perceived his brother's scent from behind, was distracted from answering to Armani's question as he turned to look at him. Oblivious of the familiar and dazed look that she had on her face at that point in time, Elliott called to his brother as a means to escape from the question she had asked him. He couldn't really trust her to answer to that question, when they had just met in the space of minutes.'What if his mother was using her to get out the truth from him? What if she wanted the marriage too? What if she told her mother about his true intentions, and that wasn't what the family also wanted. He couldn't risk it.'"Meet my brother, Zachary. The second prince of Casera kingdom," he turned his face back to Armani and introduced Zachary to her, "This is lady Armani Blackstal. First daughter of the Blackstals family." Zachary's entire system which was weak and blindly damped by alcohol initially, had come back to its normal state and the reality of who he had co
The party ended on a good note for the special guests that were invited to the fun feast, while the pain remained with the ones whose lives would soon be derailed by its final decision. The queen who was sure that she had done justice to her decision, began to make further preparations for Elliott's and Armani's wedding. She was going to get them perfectly wedded within eighteen days. Hendrix who had decided not to visit the palace for any reason whatsoever, had sent a letter message to his best friend, that the city library was where he could find him at any point in time if he would be out of the palace. The night before the day that trouble began to stir, Azalea had a dream that had put her in state of great distress through the night. "Alaina. Bri...ng bring th...at that c..h...ild child," the scary and sonorous voice came out in echoes from a woman, who stretched out her extremely long and untidy nails to the lady who had a sleeping baby crouched to her arms. "I have no reaso
Ayden was sitting at the garden in his usual self with a canvas, painting brushes and a board, that was already set in place for him to paint anything he wished. He had been trying to paint a portrait of Azalea for almost three days in futility, as she always had somewhere to be or something to do every single minute. She had not spent quality time with him in almost a week after the queen's feast, and it was really getting to him by bringing out extreme anxiousness in him. Whenever he offered for her to accompany him to see Hendrix too, she always had an excuse to give to him regarding a task that she had carry out. Watching the every moves of everyone in the palace, was really difficult for her to accomplish by herself.To make him more restless and doubtful about the advancement of their relationship into a trustable one, Azalea did not tell or give him account of what she had been up to for the few days. She couldn't tell him without a real confirmation, of her numerous hypothe
"I do not think I can pull this off as you want me to. I have been trying to draw out just the sketch, but it is harder than any other painting I have ever done," Ayden pointed out frustratedly to Azalea, and angrily hurled the painting brush he held between his right fingers to the floor. The idea of painting the queen's face on a paper without having her sit was really sick. "You can try better. Try to picture her face in your head. I mean you were able to do much better of painting me just yesterday," Azalea tried to encourage, in an attempt to get Ayden do what she wanted as soon as he could without any hitches. They had practiced drawing a mind picture of her the previous for the entire day, which turned out to be better than he could have even imagined himself to be able to do. However, it was different story the next day as he had been trying for hours to paint the queen, without any good results even when he had seen her that morning on her way to the meeting with the pal
"Are you not going to compliment my job well done? This is much better than trying to picture in your head a villain," Ayden asked his darling maid, who had been sitting on the same spot for almost two hours without uttering any word. She just kept sighing incessantly. In his left hand was the sample portrait of the queen's picture that Azalea brought in the morning, and on his right was the painting brush that he was using to perfect the final touches on the newly drawn portrait. The painting had came out better than he had expected it to be, that it amused him to see how good he could manipulate the painting so well. Meanwhile, someone did not really seem to be so interested, in the armor of hard work he had put on for hours. "This is almost the third time, that I am talking to you without any reply. What has really been the cause of your bother, because I do not know if I can complete this anymore, without knowing what is wrong?" Ayden said loudly to Azalea whose mind had wandere
"You want to enter into the painting?!" Ayden yelled incredulously, when Azalea finally divulged what she was planning to do with the finished painting to him. "That is the fastest way to get an answer to the questions that I need answers for. The painting would surely be taken into the queen's room without any doubt. To be able to accomplish what I want to do, she has to make eye contact with the portrait for as long as possible. A new portrait for her to admire, is just the best way to get her attention.""You must certainly be joking about what you are saying! How would you do something as risky as that, just to get some piece of information? What if you get trapped? What if you cannot get out? How would you even enter into the first place, and who is going to bring you out once you enter inside? Do you even realize the gravity of what you are saying?" Ayden rushed his words in exasperation, in response to what Azalea had just revealed to him. He could not believe his ears, that s
Armani could not help but feign sickness for many days, while pretending that she had no ability to move her body or even utter a word. Her mother who was really scared since she had never gotten that sick before, sent a message to the queen to inform her of the recent development of things in their home. The queen had sent one of her maids to sent her best wishes, while they continued for the preparation for the wedding at the palace. Elliott tried so hard to escape the responsibility of having to go and visit her, because that would really push him to his painful wall. He made sure he was never seen by anyone, no matter how many people his mother sent to call for him. She couldn't help but just be sick. Sick to death, where no one would even see her. It began the second day of being at her lover's bed, to the ravaging heat that painfully took over her body. It grew a slow fire in her entire system, that was scary, exciting and erotic and the same time. 'Could she say that she was