"I need you Asthenosthene, Chesterfawn needs you."
His words resonated in her head for a few seconds. She felt the heat of his hands swarm around her palms. As if she could almost feel the burning desire of saving his country.
She did not respond as her brain pondered more and more.
The looked down. "It is all right if you do not agree." he pauses for a while. "But do know that the Count will destroy Chesterfawn," he glanced over to her. "including your loved ones."
Asty placed her palms on her mouth. Her legs started to tremble and balls of cold sweat formed on her forehead.
She could not believe it.
Chaol. The man h
"I am growing weary of watching these two's drama, Owl. When do I come in?"Owl sighed. "Do not be impatient, Lord Chaol. You want this to go well, don't you?"Chaol rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction. From the trees, he watched through the King's window."What are they even talking about?" Yvonne chimed in, spreading balm across her lips. "They seem to be having fun."Chaol's brows furrowed more. "Tsk." he scoffed. He then continued to observe the two."You're freaking out." Yvonne told him. "At this rate, the King and the human would probably end up falling for each other.""Yvonne," Owl called out. He glared at her and she returns t
Athena waited patiently near their cabin's doorstep for her daughter's arrival. A few minutes ago, a chaperone from the palace had visited her while she was doing her laundry and told her a few disturbing things about why her daughter was summoned into the Palace.The chaperone was an old man dressed in blue and white silk, the Palace's signature palette.She could see the moon rose from behind the haunting trees. Suddenly, she hears a faint galloping of horses from the distance. From behind the trees, she could see a carriage coming towards their cabin.She sighed in relief as she recognizes that it was the same carriage that had taken Asty into the Palace.The navigator of the carriage hopped down and opened the door, to which her daught
“Bye Asty!”The young girl waved her hands in response to Noelle’s goodbyes. “Bye Noelle! Bye Mrs. Pickinns!”The elderly tailor gave her a smile and waved her hands too. “Goodbye Asthenosthene.”The navigator of the carriage hopped aboard and prepared the horses. Asty listened carefully to the sound of the cart’s cogs as the wheel started to spun. She gazed outside and whispered to herself. “I’ll miss you guys.”Chaol listened and observed her. Her lips were tightly pursed in a line, a sign that she was somehow uncomfortable. He noticed how she tugged her sleeves to hide her hands as if she was cold. “Asthenosthene.”&
Silence remained in the air. The navigator tried so hard not to eavesdrop on their conversation, but from where he sat, he could hear everything from the gaping window. He sighed and yelled at the two from the front.“Get a room, will you?!” The Count and Asty widened their eyes, realizing the position they were in. He gently loosened her wrists from his palms and returned to his seat as if nothing happened. Asty remained wordless throughout the duration of their transport.
The King's rival insinuates a question. "What exactly is 'disappointment' to you? I do not believe you understand this word. You are a man who have succeeded behind belief in such a short span of time."The King didn't know whether he would be flattered with his sarcastic compliment. "Disappointment. It's a simple term. If she bears dislike towards you, then I'd be disappointed.""And then what?" Chaol demanded an answer. "If she dislikes me, what would you do?""Then you'll know." King Garland replied almost instantly. Confidence was evident in his firm words.Chaol decided to retreat for bit. "I'll know what exactly?""You ask too many questions Count, as if you've never lived enough."
Beneath the moonlight, two figures sprint amongst the rustling trees, leaping from branch to branch while following the dusty trail."How long do you think we can get there?" Yvonne asked her partner who was ahead of her."In a few minutes or so.""I wanna guess. Is it 60 minutes?" Yvonne sarcastically whined.Owl didn't reply and shot her a glare. "Just keep moving.""Oh come on, Owl!" Yvonne glided her arms and grabbed a twig from the branches. She accelerated further until she met Owl's and then threw the twig on him. "Can we just ride in the carriage too? This is making me exhausted!"&nbs
Asty found herself in the middle of the meadows. Little dandelions riding along with the blow of the breeze. She was in a vast clearing. She was in a field of buttercups.Asty could feel her toes brush against the razor-sharp grass. She focused her gaze on her feet. Where were her shoes? Her soles started to bleed and soon enough she had painted the green canvas into a dark shade of red.She frantically gazes up, she expected to find the field's horizons ahead of her, but instead, she found herself on a battlefield. Everything was red.She took two steps backward and suddenly she hits something solid behind her. She turned around.It was Chaol. And he was unstoppable.
Asty opened her eyes slowly as the rays of sunlight continued to leak behind the curtains. The chirping of birds could be heard faintly from behind the opened window. Asty sat straight and rubbed her eyes. She then stretched out her arms and yawned. She was still tired, but her sleep seemed enough. She got out of the mattress and neatly arranged her blankets. It was the first time she had ever slept so comfortably. Her mattress back at the village was hard as rock, but in here, it was so soft. She even had her very own comfort room! Asty ran her eyes around her room. It was spacious. She had a big bed and a huge antique wardrobe, beside it was a spotless, beautiful mirror. She had two shelves with contained books. A painting