Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Eighteen: Viviendel🙄

𝕴 𝖆𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖙.

And to make that worse, I was woken up by a Queen pounding down my door.

"Viviendel," Eirene melodically says through the doorframe that currently holds a door hanging off of its hinges. "Wake up, Darling." I don't tell her that I am not any of the Queens 'darling', alive or not.

"I can't not be awake," I grumble. "It is physically impossible not to wake up when your door is getting busted down," I say again. Not even trying to sound polite in the Queen's presence.

"Good thing I did so," She replies. "You have a meeting in twenty minutes, I would suggest you get ready. And please, be presentable. You are meeting three other Queens," I don't even have time to wrap my mind around this fact before she says, "And please act appropriately. Do not run down these hallways. It is quite un-heir-like."

"Whatever," I reply. "And, please," I mock her tone. "Try to close the door on your way out."

I hear the Queen leave and the creak of wood, and for a moment, I contemplate the consequences of not going to the meeting. But they were too drastic to even contemplate for long, so I end up getting out of bed and attempting to find something that looks presentable.

But when I turn around, I find the door restored to its previous position. Magic.

I grumble at the sight, Queens who have so much power that they can just throw it around. Not that I am complaining.

The only reason to complain is if it is directed at me, and not a door-frame. Though, I doubt I will ever be on the receiving side of the Queen's wrath... okay, maybe a little doubt.

I don the most prissy and 'noble-like- dress stashed into my make-shift closet, knowing that that is what the Queens expect. And as long as they think I am just another heir, I can slip out and run to the Island Odio.

I don't care if they wouldn't have an heir to fill in the throne Freyja vacated.

The dress I picked is as long as a chair, and it billows behind me as I walk down the stairs. The purple coloring stark against the intricate red carpet beneath my heeled feet. The puffy sleeves only add to the dramatic effect.

I arrived at the door of the room I visited on my first day in the palace, but this time with none of my guards.

An assortment of Laritione, Bwardipuginin, Tomairsitkiz, and a few new Encantados guards are gathered in the room.

Three Queens stand in the center of the room, two princes and one princess stand behind them. Their faces void and expressionless except for the tiredness evident in their eyes.

Jorogumo's eight legs skitter across the floor as she takes a step closer to me. Eirene and Morana flanking her.

Jorogumo is pure Tomairsitkiz, her purple veins stark against her dark green skin. Her unruly black hair pillowing atop her masquerade mask. One that is red and bright, reflecting on her eight red eyes staring into my soul. Her dress is shorter in the front, but black lace protrudes out from her waist- like cobwebs- in the back. Jorogumo's red mask has a snout the size of a Hound's. The mask has an assortment of cobwebs on it, as if tiny spiders sleep on it every night. Her white horns frame her head and in the middle of two of them stand her clan's symbol. The dark black frame sharply delineated against the purple middle. A girl's face is in the center of the frame, her eyes leaking black tears and dark purple lips turned down mechanically.

Eirene looks the same as she always does. Her green-leaf vest blending into her hood, but this time- instead of a pink dress with longer sleeves- she has a purple dress with shorter sleeves. Matching mine, but without the long trail and puffy lace sleeves.