Set in the medieval age, a perfect period - romance, where swords clash and make the perfect song, where instrument strings sting, where love is inhaled and hatred is exhaled, a world where you would die to live in, but once entered, would die to le...
"Try to talk to me with some respect sometimes?" she says with a smile.
It's harder to hate her when she is always smiling.
"Your Highness, I thought you knew the basic mannerisms, like knocking on the door before entering a room?"
"You know you can call me mom?" "You are not my mom, she was dead long ago, you are just my father's wife" "I don't think I would ever be able to understand your hate for me in this life." My stepmother says. "I am not in the mood to have a family conversation right now. Why are you here?"
"Your father calls you into the family meeting room. He wants to share something with you." "Alright, I'll be there in a moment, thank you for the message, now you can go."
She shakes her head as if saying "Ellemera is a gone case" and goes out of my room.
I sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling above. What could be so important that my father couldn't wait till dinner time? Who is Izzy and what does he want from me? Why does he have such an expensive sword? Why is my stepmother so kind towards me, even when I torture her with my words daily? When will I become the king? At want time should I go to meet Her in the forest? I ask so many questions to my ceiling.
It does not answer any.
Every time it does this with me.
Stupid ceiling.
I don't know why, but I have really bad feelings about today's meeting.
I get up and make my way toward the family meeting room.
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I reach the threshold of the room I despise the most. This room has seen the best and worst decisions of the family.
As soon as I enter my father gets up from his chair and comes near me.
Before I could even greet anyone, he opens his arms and hugs me.
I hug him back. So much fakeness. I hate him but pretend as if he is my God.
"Whoa, Father! Calm down. What happened?"
"Elle, I always said that you are my hidden gem. Because of you, the rivalry of centuries and coldness of years is going to come to an end." He speaks.
Oh God, why can't he just address the topic directly? "Father, I don't understand what you mean."
"The King of Shams has sent a proposal. He wants you to get married to his son, who is about to become the next king of Shams."
Marriage? But why? Who is the prince? Such a big news?
"Finally you will be off my back", my stepbrother, Augustine says.
This idiot needs to keep his mouth shut.
"But Father, I do not want to get married in Shams." "I never asked for your opinion on this Ellemera. You do not get a choice, I have said yes already, and so it is a yes from your side too." He says, dropping the good father demeanor.
Marrying is not a problem, I can always mix poison in my husband's drink or kill him in a way that leaves so questions.
But the problem is, I want to be the king of Engaston. Engaston, under a ruler as weak and dim-wit as my stepbrother, will end. I do not care about the rivalry with Shams. I need to execute the plan, I have, for the Ritikeyas.
I turn around and walk quietly toward my thinking place.
I hear my father shouting behind me. Usually, I would go back, but today, I can't. Today I have to take a well-thought decision.
The only place in the palace that can calm me.
The Palace Library.
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I walk through the palace library and I sit on the floor, near the window.
Shall I? Shall I not?
Shall I? Shall I not?
Shall I? Shall I not?
Shall I? Shall I not?
If I marry into Shams, I will have to cut off myself from my spies in Engaston.
If I marry Shams, I will get the powerful prince serving at my altar. The power, the money, and the most important of them all, freedom. Temamisu's bank of Shams side always felt safer, and better.
I cannot help but think about Izzy.
What if I meet him there? Will he recognize me? Will I recognize him? All I know about him is his beautiful gray eyes.
Will he ask for his sword back? What if he is a close aide of the king who can get me in trouble?
I close my eyes. I need to stop thinking about him. I have got better things to do.
I walk towards the family meeting room.
My father gets up from his seat.
"I think I know what I will do," I say confidently.
"Father has already decided what needs to be done, you don't need to make your rusted brain work," Augustine says.
"One word out of your mouth and I will slice your tongue and feed it to Marquis."I lightly jab at Augustine.
"Augustine, shut up, something important is going on here." My stepmom comes in as my support.
Go ahead and label me as the most horrible author on earth. I am finally back after a pause of more than a month. So many things happened that it is hard to believe that it's been only a month and not a year. Nevertheless, I am back and I already warned you guys that I may disappear.
So do tell me what you think about this chapter. don't forget to vote, comment, and recommend.
