Some of the glass cracked and broke. The guards in the main hall put their hands over their heads as they covered their faces from falling glass. I slowly turned my face towards Gonzalo. As soon as our eyes met, he was in shock. His eyes widened in horror. He took a few steps back as he kept himself far from my reach. My jaw clenched as fury whirled inside of me. “Do. Not. Ever. Speak. Of her. In such a manner,” I gritted through my teeth. “Your Highness,” Gonzalo pressed on but immediately stopped when I raised my hand towards him. A whirlwind whistled from my hand, the guards knelt and pleaded with me, begging for me to control my anger. Gonzalo, however, did not flinch. He stood his ground, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. I was more than prepared to shoot the whirlwind onto him and I did not care about the possible damage it could implicate on him. However, a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned my head and Elizabeth appeared from a white mist. “That is quite en
At the foot of the entry staircase, Gonzalo held the door open as he waited by the carriage. Gonzalo has returned to his calm and refined self. But, underneath that silent exterior, I could tell that he was still opposed to my cause. Gonzalo was everything but a good liar, especially when it came to traditions and law. “I sense that Gonzalo is starting to dislike us,” I whispered into Elizabeth’s ear as we made our way down the stairs. For a moment, Elizabeth looked at Gonzalo. With a smile, she replied, “I prefer to be hated than to be loved for agreeing to everything that this world led us to believe is right.” “You don’t do the same when it comes to James, though?” I smirked.” “That is a different matter, Robert,” said Elizabeth as she playfully pinched my arm. “That hurts, Elizabeth,” I winced as I rubbed the pinched area. I moved a few spaces away from her and added, “With all honesty, I prefer to be punched rather than to be pinched.” “My apologies, little brother,” Elizab
Our heads turned to the stairs behind us. There stood Mother, accompanied by two female servants. “What are you doing?” Mother asked as she walked towards us. “Robert needs to speak with James. He has to tell him something important,” Elizabeth explained. “But, he is still in a meeting with the elders. A gathering such as that is not to be disturbed,” said Mother as she looked at me. “Mother, it is of high importance. Waiting is not an option,” I protested. Mother reached out and cupped my cheek. “My apologies, my dear one, but even the other rulers are not allowed to do so. Every rule, every tradition here is being held sacred. We must obey,” she replied. I was about to speak when one of the doors of the hall slowly opened. Out came an old man with a long, grey beard that reached his torso. He wore a white, thick robe. His feet were visible enough to expose his sandals. “An elder!” the servants shouted as they knelt immediately. We followed their actions right away. “Greetin
My eyes widened. My body stiffened and my mouth was unable to speak. “James, would you please keep your voice down?” Mother intervened as she stood beside me. She turned to Gonzalo and continued, “Kindly leave us and close the door.” Gonzalo agreed and left the four of us in the room. “Now, can we have a conversation where not one of us is shouting?” Mother continued as she looked at all of us. “We are not in our home. It isn’t right to argue here.” “Then, can you please explain to me why your son made a scene back at the Crystal Hall?” James answered as he turned to Mother and then, back to me. “James, if I may, Robert didn’t do anything wrong. He remained polite all throughout his conversation with the warriors,” Elizabeth also entered the conversation. James slowly turned to Elizabeth. “And you, Elizabeth, I expected more from you. You know better than to barge into a private meeting, especially here in this palace. Instead of stopping your brother, you tolerated his actions a
We all turned to Mother, surprised. Mother walked over to me with a triumphant smile. She continued, “I will approve of your request, dear one. I believe that you are doing what should be done.” “Amelia!” James shouted before he walked towards her. “What do you think you are doing?” he growled as he towered over her to intimidate her. “As I recall, the very reason why my parents agreed to marry us is because of your promise to share the same amount of power with me,” Mother smirked. “That only means that I have the right to make my own decisions for our children.” James turned Mother to face him directly. “I honoured that before as your parents were still alive. Ever since they were buried, that agreement has no power.” “As long as I live, my parents’ agreement with you will hold its power,” Mother replied. “You should know that I have the ability to summon people from the dead. Should we discuss this with them instead?” she threatened. Mother was supposed to look at me, only to
James’ eyes widened in horror, his mouth slowly hung open in shock. “Your Highness, why would you do such a thing?!” Gonzalo ran up to me. “Since the king has his conditions in order to approve my request, that is mine,” I replied as I stared James completely in his eyes. I added, “I am now closing any kind of opportunity for you to prove yourself to me.” “But, Your Highness–” “Say no more, Gonzalo,” James replied as he stopped Gonzalo, “If this is what the prince wants, so it shall be done.” He returned to me and continued, “You will not rule Western Wind once I depart from this world. Let us see where you will last.” He then turned back around and proceeded to the door. “I prefer to rule somewhere else than to wear the crown of the monarch who failed as father,” I raised my voice, enough for my words to echo throughout the entire room. James paused for a brief second before he walked away completely. And as soon as he was gone from our sights, I let out a deep sigh. I was not
As soon as we arrived, James immediately summoned the guards for an immediate meeting in the throne room. James and Gonzalo laid out a table with a map that included both realms: Mortal and Immortal. I examined the map as I carefully scanned the entire illustration. It had small holes in it, which probably came from miniature flags used to plan combat strategies. I marvelled at its antiquity, the possibility that it could have been used in different battles added to its majestic feel. Without warning, the doors of the throne room bursted open and the guards marched in. Once they filled the entire space, the captain of the guards walked towards us, with his helmet held by his hand. “Your Majesty,” the captain bowed to my parents. He then turned to Elizabeth and me, “Your Highness.” He returned to James and asked, “You called for us, my king?” “Yes, and I would like for all of you to listen very carefully,” James said as he looked at every guard in the hall. “I implore that everyone
In my mind, Laura pushed through the crowd with her beautiful smile. She seemed so carefree. And from the simple image, I was able to feel her warmth, her calming presence. Slowly, I couldn’t help but let a smile crept up on my face. “Hm, a smile from the young prince,” James taunted once again as he put his hands behind him. He asked, “Can it be that you are finally seeing the joke that you’re making out of yourself?” Laura’s image smiled at me one last time before she faded completely. I took a deep breath and looked James straight in the face. “On the contrary,” I replied, “I smiled because I realised that someone like you will never understand her importance to me.” “Someone like me, huh?” James smirked once more, surprised that I was calm despite his constant insults towards Laura and my dedication to rescue her. I nodded as I slowly walked towards him. “A person who has treated everyone as inadequate. A person who believes that he is above everybody else, all because of a cr