The Lost Dynasty

Chapter 11

Kyda darted through the pure white marbled hallways, adored with carved eccentric detailed hardship as she headed towards, Dr Adil study.

She was desperate to get away from the confrontational Empress.

The royal mother had got to her.

She was in Kyda's head.

Why does this have a huge bearing on her?

Kyda arrived to Dr Adil's a colourfully lit room, created by the stain glass chimes that was hung from the arch of the window. She found, Prince Owais in a vest as Amita was by his side, treating his wound from the duel, earlier. She was obviously relishing the moment of being close to her beloved crowned Prince. Her cheeks were tinted like cherries as her hands mercifully apply compression onto his bare shoulders. Nevertheless, his majesty doesn't seem to take interest, he was still unhinged from losing.

At the desk was Dr Adil, he was slouching in his own chair with his nose in his books like always. The Emperor was becoming frustrated with the wise old man.

He wanted answer.

Why was Kyda here?

What is her purpose?

And most importantly, how can she get back?

And finally, Saif.

He was sitting on, the emerald green chaise lounge sofa with water coloured floral design embroidered by the best craftsmen in the land. He began to beam a smile as soon as his eyes laid on Kyda. He shifted to the side of the sofa, making a space for her to sit next to him.

Kyda ignored his action.

He was being courteous, but she was giving him the cold shoulder.

She went across the room, away from Saif.

She needed to avoid him.

Not because of the Empress but because she was becoming attached to the people who wasn't supposed to even meet her.

She leans against the desk across from Dr Adil.

Saif smile was diminish as he witnessed his infatuated demoiselle travel to the other side of the room where the old man sat at his desk. "No progress yet?" she acted like Saif wasn't even present in the room, becoming like the other nobles and characters in his life. Dr Adil was trying all he could to find the solution to Kyda sudden appearance in their lives but not even the wisest man like him can know everything, unlike the almighty.

The Dr looked up noticing she was pale, her skin no longer held its golden tanned pigment skin. "What's wrong?" he straightened his back in his chair while facing her. As soon as he said those two words, the rest of the individuals faced towards her direction.

The Dr stood up and place the back of his hand on her forehead.

Then on her cheek to check her temperature "You look like you seen the ghost".

No, it was worse.

She went head-to-head with the Empress.

"Have you not been eating well?" The old man grew concerned.

Kyda ears perked up from his question.

An image of her Nana (grandfather) sitting across the dining table with his favourite newspaper folded beside him and his tiny spectacles attached to his steel chain hanging off his neck.

"Why are you upset?" her Nana asked but he gained no answer from his moody granddaughter.

Kyda was slouching against the dining chair as she stared at her phone screen, reading about another racial hate crime.