SIXTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.
Xanthiene Vivenca has to find allies and legendary objects of po...
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2412, Varkala 01, Reshpe
Xanthy was supposed to be sleepy enough to keep yawning but for some reason, she was wide awake.
She had been roused from sleep at dawn by Airese followed by at least five fairies who bore baskets of contraptions she had never seen before. June had disappeared overnight and she didn't know where he went. Airese bounced off the balls of her feet as she pulled Xanthy out of bed and began the work.
Xanthy emerged from that intensive grooming session feeling refreshed and a different person. Then, after fussing about the state of her hair, Airese accompanied her to a large room where all that's left of the Seelie Court waited for her.
Official business, Airese had claimed.
Xanthy had spent the whole morning and afternoon being briefed about what's going to happen tonight.
Her coronation. Xanthy still slapped herself from time to time to confirm she's not dreaming. She could still be trapped in her decaying house in the Disfavoreds, cooking all these fantasies up in her head. She pinched herself on the arm and miraculously, the same corridors and memories greeted her.
After that long briefing, Xanthy had learned where to stand, how to walk, where to turn, and what to say to the one crowning her. She also learned that the reason why the event would take place in the evening was because they're still waiting to gather all the royal families, their nobles, and their friends and families. The entire event would be broadcast through all information systems available.
In short, the whole island would be watching.
Xanthy ate a quick dinner after the briefing while at least six fairies she hadn't seen before fixed her up. She was shoved into a tight red gown with sleeves as loose as Sahili's mouth when she's hungry. The skirt ballooned and touched the floor. The only sleeves were pulled low on her form, exposing her shoulders. The women slapped shoes on her feet, reminding Xanthy of Jonadrin's boots. It hurt to stand on her toes but it did make her taller.
Her short hair was adorned with jeweled pins as it was stuck up and around her head. A woman fastened a necklace bedecked with gemstones around her neck. Damn, the cost of this could have fed the whole Disfavored region for centuries.
Brushes dusted with fine powder assaulted her face as the women worked on painting her skin. They have no mirror in the room. Let her hope they didn't make her look like a festival mascot. Then, the women flanked her as she trudged out of the room. She had cast a quick numbing spell on her leg so she wouldn't at least feel the pain as she walked the long way to the throne with her cane and these killer shoes.
So, off she went, dolled up with finery that she never thought she'd get to wear in her fleeting life. Her heart drummed in her chest; the Virtakios was a placid force in her soul. She arrived in front of the doors to the throne room and stood there like she was told. There were no other people around. They must all be inside. The women bowed and dispersed without another word.
