Not More, Most

Chapter 2- Can't Take It In

Can't Take It In- Imogen Heap

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After a delicious meal of what the lady said was rabbit, another maiden showed up and told Sanya politely that the Kings and Queens had requested her presence.

Her Google search on 'what to wear when you're meeting a medieval royal family and you're from the future' had yielded no results. Surprisingly, her data pack and network was still working here, and she was too pleased about that to question it.

Anyway, Sanya hoped black jeans and a flowy polka dot pink shirt was okay enough and that she wouldn't be executed because she wasn't formal enough. She didn't know how Game of Thrones this place was.

"Was the food to your liking, my lady?" The girl- Haline, she'd said- asked as she led Sanya through beautiful wood panelled and ornately carved hallways.

She nodded "Yes, very much" unable to speak more than that. Curse whoever gave her such an awkward-as-fuck personality.

The handmaiden tucked her jet black hair behind her ears- Sanya's eyes widened as she saw that they were pointed.

Haline blushed as she saw her stare. "I've some faerie ancestors, my lady."

"Awesome." She said, awed. "And you don't need to call me my lady. What other magical creatures are here?" She felt like she'd stumbled into the Wizarding World- oh were there Wizards or Witches here?

"Faeries and minotaurs and kelpie and fauns and mermaids and gryffins-" Sanya grinned at hearing the sound of her House. "Unicorns, but they're rare, centaurs, talking animals, oh we're here." The girl stopped abruptly just in front of a huge doorway- Sanya could see a domed glass ceiling and the night sky through it, sprinkled with stars. "The throne room." Haline informed.

Of course her first meeting with actual Royalty would be in the damn ginormous throne room, which looked 10 times as big as her family's- she felt a twinge of sadness and pushed it down- falter in Kolkata. Or something like that.

She felt nervousness pool in her stomach and then a stark relief from finally feeling something other than hate, fear, anger and sorrow. She wondered when, if she'd ever feel truly happy again.

"I'll go in to announce your presence, my lady." Haline herself looked scared and nervous but she went in, nevertheless.

A couple of minutes later, she appeared again with Lucy, in a pretty crown and regal looking clothes, in tow.

"Do I look okay? Am I supposed to curtsey?" Sanya asked her at once.

Lucy suppressed a smile. "You look fine." Her eyes went over the clothes, still alien to her. "And yes, curtsey. Ed and Susan probably won't mind but Peter," She paused  "is Peter and Caspian has been brought up to be a king since birth, unlike any of us. So it's best if you do. And be honest." She added.

"I'm always honest." Sanya retorted, stung.

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There were five thrones on top of the elevated podium at the far end of the chamber, and the whole room was in silver and gold, in colour if not made with that metal. Four of the thrones were in a straight line and one of them was slightly ahead of the others, but they were all the same type and had an insignia on them. Only one of them, a vial- the cordial Lucy had given her, Sanya remembered, was visible, so that was probably Lucy's throne.

The other insignias, which were covered by the bodies of the rulers, were Queen Susan the Gentle's legendary Horn, King Peter the Magnificent's sword Rhindon, King Caspian the Tenth's a Phoenix, and King Edmund the Just's was of his sword breaking the wicked Witch's ice wand, which doubled as a set of scales, to symbolise justice and fair play.