"Sir, you father demands your presence"
"This late?" He gets up and I follow him.
"Y-Yes sir"
"Alright, I'll be right up"
They nod and leave.
He faces me and strokes a piece of my hair out of my face.
"Go get some sleep" a ghost of a smile appears on his face as he slowly leaves the room.
I don't feel like sleeping so I just stay there, pondering.⥞✦⥟
Hours pass by. I'm so lost inside my thoughts, and the starry sky doesn't make it any better.
The blanket is still gracefully wraped on me. It smells so much like him.Apparently, all threats have been eliminated from the third floor. So each is assigned a room until the murderer of the queen is revealed.
My suite is very grand. Yes suit. Never have I ever been in a room this gorgeous. Let alone sleep in it.
It's all white with gold accents and murals all over it.
The bed is huge and is centred. The windows are also just as gigantic as the rest of the room.Everything you think you could need is available. All kinds of entertainment. One thing in particular catches my eyes though. A telescope. Right infront of one of the windows in the living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it. I can't help but smile.
I instantly take a close look at the sky through it.
Though its morning, but I can still see the moon.
It's better than any other telescope I've seen my whole life.
"Do you like it" a voice I recognize says.
"Are kidding me? I love it!"
He lets out a chuckle.
"Thought you would" he says as he slowly approaches me.
"Why did you do this?" My eyes almost disappear from how wide my smile is.
"I assumed you'd appreciate it"
Next thing I find myself in between his arms. Embracing him.
He doesn't expect it at first, but he then hugs back.
"You can't see anything, can you?" He tries to sound cool and calm.
"You can see the moon but it's not that visible due to the sun"
"Oh? Guess I'll come back tonight then" he chuckles.
"Um my father ordered to question everyone in the castle. You wouldn't mind if you come with me? I told them you were with me, but you know my father"
"Ya, ofcourse" I take the hand he's extended.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭
Ficción históricaAn assassination. A monarchy. A depriving love. Augustine amongst her crew ride along a quest. A quest to assassinating a prince. A hazardous menacing game that brings forth feelings blurred by lines of what is and what isn't. Only to have the large...