𝐂𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄 ＃ YOUR THRONE. [✓]

CHAPTER 05: ROCIELLE

[TW: MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL / DRINKING]

━━━4 YEARS AGO━━━

THE LIGHT BREEZE , blew across their skin. A faint sound of leaves rustling, the sun pouring down it's torrents of light. Three maidens who sat together, as they sipped on their porcelain cup of tea.

A content smile made it's way to her face, the sweet aroma of rose chamomile tea dancing on the tip of her nose. She connected the rim of the cup to her lips, enjoying the sweet taste.

"Oh my, Asteria. This is yet to be one of the best versions of Rose Chamomile tea I've tasted," Her luscious brown tresses that extended to her lower back shifted with every movement she made, Asteria's face contorted in happiness.

"I'm glad, Rocielle." Asteria mused, lightly clasping her hands together. Her unique azure eyes, that mesmerized everyone that gazed at them. It reminded them of the oceans,

"It tastes great, Ria." A certain purple haired female complimented, placing the porcelain cup down on it's platter gently. "Thank you so much, Medea!" Asteria thanked, her enthusiasm only made the two females smile.

Rocielle Kingston, From the Kingston Duchy. Well-known for her lavish designs of clothing, even the Imperial family sponsored her brand. It was possible because of Asteria, who was willing to help.

The natural talent of embroidery didn't go unnoticed by the nobles, as they acknowledged Rocielle. Most of the dresses o suits were designed by the female, at a fair pace she started to grow successful.

"How is your business going, Rocielle?" Medea questioned, propping her head up with a arm. "It's going very well! There aren't really any problems so far,"

"I'd really like to thank you, Asteria. Without you, my business wouldn't have been this successful!" Rocielle's lips tugged upwards, in a thankful smile. "You've said that quite plenty of times already. Rocielle, It's quite tiring to hear the same thing over and over again."

Asteria dryly laughed, intertwining her hands together. "I was only thanking you," Rocielle childishly pouted, before asking something from her servant.

"Oh by the way, I've embroidered some handkerchiefs for you!" Rocielle claimed, as Medea and Asteria curiously glanced at the handkerchiefs.

Rocielle lend the handkerchiefs to the two females, Asteria's design was a plain white color with golden linings that matched her golden irises. On the other end was her name written on it, "Ah yes, Medea."

Medea lifted her head, patting the handkerchief lightly as if to test the smooth fabric. "Can you give this to your brother? Please,"

Both Asteria and Medea halted, blinking repeatedly in disbelief. "Can you repeat that..?" The two females gave each other a knowing glance, "Can you give this to your brother?"

Rocielle's face contorted in confusion, her eyebrows knitting together. She pressed her lips into a thin line, even Rocielle was questioning what she said. "Why are you two looking at me like that?"

"You mean, Dekis? My brother?" Medea continuously questioned, Rocielle hummed in response. "May I ask why, Cielle?"

"It's a gift, as friends. Isn't it normal for friends to give gifts to each other?" A light color of pink dusted her cheeks, the atmosphere was slowly becoming awkward for them. "Why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"W-what! I-I'm too busy. I can't afford to visit your manor Medea, even if I did I won't feel welcome." Rocielle reasons, fiddling with the hem of her dress. Medea quietly huffed, closing her eyes. "If you were busy, you wouldn't be able to come here today."