Everyone got down from the carriage without saying a word, they all went and joined the line. Dydra's question was still not answered by the old witch, who signaled her to keep shut, by placing her index finger over her lips. The young witch complied as they patiently moved with the line, wondering what was in the building.
Her answer was soon answered as it was their turn, the door was opened and she stepped in. Her eyes wondered about the place. It was not what she expected. She expected it to be filled with people chatting with each other, but it wasn't. The only people that were there, where maids on the line and they were quieter than an owl souring through the night sky. She wondered where they were moving too, and she stood on her toes, trying to see what's at front and she spotted someone at the far end. Someone she never thought, in a million years, she would see. Her eyes grew cold, shooting daggers at the obsessed man, who wore a silk white shirt, and black trousers, sitting on a wooden chair, with a wooden table in front of him. Numerous parchment was scattered on the table's surface. Two guards stood behind him, with huge swords attached to their waist. As his lips moved, speaking to a maid in front of him, Dydra noticed his eyes weren't red, and they lack the lust that swarm in them back in the carriage that day.
Her heart pounced against her chest, and the corner of her lips pulled, as she felt rage building up in her gut. It was him! The man who hunted her dreams! It was the man who tried to rape her! Her palms folded into fists, clenching it tightly.
"Next!" Leonard's voice shot through the room, as the maid he was speaking to previously had left through a door not so far from where he was. (Author's note: many of you might be wondering if we have two Leonard.....yes we so. The prince and the pervert).
Five people stood between the young witch and the plump pervert.
Oryen stood in front of the red-haired girl, oblivious to the brewing rage within her. The old witch was deep in thought, as she wondered if she should have given the young witch a talk on how to act in the palace so as to remain out of trouble.
There are a lot of things Oryen found to be really suspicious about the royal castle. She has a lot of unanswered questions on bizarre events that took place, and how people disappeared without a trace. What she found to be more strange was that whatever took place in the royal castle was always forgotten immediately she stepped out of the premises, but she is able to remember again, whenever she returns.
Her mind brought the memory of an incident that took place in the palace a few years back.
She had had a friend, a fellow maid, but way younger than her, who's name was Ellen. Ellen had a face that even princesses and queens got jealous of. She had an angelic voice, and sang alot. One particular day, as she and Ellen were tending to the gardens, the young girl started to sing, and unbeknownst to her, a prince from a neighboring kingdom, who was in the place for important matters, heard her voice. He watched her arrange the roses and wildflowers, with lovely melodies escaping her lungs. He was captivated by her pale skin and blonde hair. From the angle he stood, he could only catch sight of her back, and when he saw her retreating into the castle, he went after her.
"You there!" He called out, as he quickened his pace. Ellen's singing seized, and she turned to the voice that called her. The prince's heart skipped a beat, as he met a pair of golden-brown eyes. Her eyes held innocence and warmth, that made the prince wonder if she knew how the world was.
"W-who are you?" He asked softly. Being a maid, Ellen had immediately bowed to the neighbouring prince, wondering what he meant by the question he asked her.
Oryen, who was few feet away from them, observed the gaze of the prince and noticed he fancied the young girl. A frown settled on her face. The prince was to marry one of the princesses of their kingdom, if he were to change his mind because of a simple maid, it would not end well for the young girl. Her lips sent in a thin line as she brainstormed a way to get the girl out. Luck seemed to be on her side, as she heard a farmilar voice call out.
"Barron!" It was the voice of one of the King's daughteyr, princess Naiya. She wore a deep blue dress that showed her pale shoulders and a little of her cleavage. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and her pink lips pulled to a sweet smile, as she saw the prince, who her mother said she was going to marry.
She had dressed up in his favourite colour and let her hair down, as she heard that was how the prince liked in. She had bathed in roses petal for several minutes, that helped the sweet scent stick to her skin. Her smile immediately faded, as she saw one of the maid, who she heard one of her brother's fancied, close to the prince. She had heard that the young girl's beauty was remarkable, and that she could get any man she wants.
Her woman instincts immediately shot in, as she notices the girl held a bow, and that the prince's gaze was on her, even after she called out to him.
Was the lowly maid doing that one purpose to show her cleavage to her prince?! Her palms clenched tightly, and so did her teeth. That lowly servant was seducing her prince!
"You!" Her voice thundered, which finally caught the attention of the prince. He turned to her with a frown forming on his face as he observed the irritated look she wore.
Ellen knew the princess could not address the neighbouring prince in such tone. Figuring it was her, she rise, but before she could be aware of whatever was the matter, she felt something strike her face—hard, causing her to plunge to the ground.
Prince Barron eyes widen in total awe, and he suddenly raised his voice at the princess. "How dare you?!"
Naiya, whose brown eyes were shooting daggers at the maid, suddenly looked up at the prince, with disbelief in her eyes.