Moonstruck

| Chapter XXI |

Kairi, The King of Keljamt, was drowning in inescapable guilt. Not only has she recklessly left her castle practically defenseless with newly hired fourth knights, she had left her wife in it with them. Granted, she had no doubt in Makai's capabilities. But if this were to all be a scheme to get the king and upper knights away from the castle to attack, not only would her spouse die, so would their remaining knights. Despite the seemingly endless possibilities of defeat, she continues leading her knights to the kingdom of Vianna. She couldn't risk losing the possibility. She needed to see the king. Face to face. She needed to look the man who tortured her daughters in the face before she spilled his blood.

Or vise versa.

She couldn't bare the thought of losing more family and letting the culprit get away with it. Not again. Kairi sighs.

She thinks of her wife; her wife that she left back at the castle. She couldn't bare the thought of loosing her either. granted, Maki could almost fight better than her, seeing as how she grew up. But the possibility was still there. She smiles at the memory, learning how she grew up. The thought of her past reminding her of how they met.

This was a terrible idea. Kairi, at 16 years old, had snuck out of her kingdom to go to a ball in another kingdom. She wasn't too panicked, as she resented her father with every atom in her body, but it was still a large risk for her. A risk that Kairi was willing to take, as she stepped into the Ballroom.

The space was wonderfully lit, with a beautiful piano playing in the corner of the room. Princesses, Maidens, Princes and Servants all danced around freely, joy bouncing in the air. Kairi, feeling out of place, stuck to the walls of the room, looking at everybody else. Regret began to seep in, but dissolved as soon as she saw a woman, presumably the Princess of this castle, sitting at the front of the room, laughing with another lady.

She didn't have anything else to do here, and making peace with another kingdom couldn't hurt, right? Kairi fixes her dress, walking up to her, bowing once within 3 feet of the two women. "My name is Kairi, Prince o-" The darker woman holds up her hand.  "zzZZZIIIIPPPP." She rudely inturrupts. She then looks Kairi up and down slowly, and Kairi suddenly feels self conscious.

She wore a pretty revealing dress, but it was still modest. a gold strip held thick blue fabric over her breasts, showing the smallest bit of cleavage as it reattaches to the brown belt around the waist of the frock. Gold sat at her shoulders, holding very thin, transparent blue fabric that acted as sleeves that fell below her wrists. The legs of the dress were wrapped in layers and layers of thin and thick blue cloth, only somewhat hiding her curves. Her white roots and faded ends gave the dress a beautiful look in comparison, yet, the teen still felt slightly insecure.

"How old are you?" The princess quickly shot.
"16" Kairi answered.
"Your Kingdom?" The Princess squinted.
"Petrichor Kingdom." Kairi responded again, watching as the curly haired woman rose her eyebrows.
She lets out a satisfied hum and turns to the girl beside her, whispering a quick, "Sis, I'll be riiiiight back." And then hops off her mini-throne, and pulls the white haired woman to another space in the ballroom. Once they got to a place where it was somewhat quiet, she smiles, cupping her hands together. "I'm Makai. Princess of the Vehementi kingdom."

If Kairi thought what she wore was revealing, than Princess Makai was practically naked. Her dress was in Two pieces, separated at the stomach. The Top dipped down halfway through the fabric, showing off her cleavage and criss-crossed diamond jewelry. (Kairi also noticed a large scar in the middle of her chest, but tried not to focus on that.) The Bottom half of her dress was also split, but only at the left leg, showing off her golden thigh garter, small gems shining in the candlelight. Her garnet eyes matched her dress beautifully, and her bouncy shoulder length curls covered her shoulders—only slightly. Her soft espresso skin poked out from the gap in the dress she wore, making Kairi's cheeks flush as she thinks about what it might feel like to have her skin against the latter's.