It was around five O'Clock pm when we got to the palace and the place was decorated with an exquisite manner of fine vintage art.
Quite baffled with the royal family's good taste in splendorous paintings.
The palace seemed arranged for an important occasion like perhaps a wedding or coronation but it actually turns out, this is how the Crown Prince is always welcome back from his journeys.
I was quite amazed by the wonderful spectacle which beheld my eyes.
The crown prince was heading towards my direction and I sort of stared completely into space as I saw him. Words alone can't explain how I felt when I espied his face. He was a few micro inches away from my face as I felt his hot and tantalising breath drop on my face.
" Hello, you're Jasmine if I am right." He smiles revealing a set of well whitewashed clean teeth
I was completely lost in space for a few seconds when he spoke and it was just a gust of wind that blew my hair brought me back to reality.
" Yes you're right my crown prince." I said
" There's no need to act formal around me, you could just call me Michael 'cos I will soon be your husband."
" Well understood my crown prin... ermm I mean prince Michael, sorry Michael." I fumbled with my speech which caused him to burst into laughter as I looked hopeless
" Michael is my name , you should have seen the look on your face when you fumbled with your speech." He continued to laugh
I also joined to laugh at my expense which after a few minutes we spoke he announced that he has to go somewhere urgently. I watched as he left but his smile still remained encoded in my memory.
Whether the maids had installed a tracker on me or they are as skilful as dogs in tracking people 'cos the moment he left ,four maids surrounded me and without any warning they directed me to one of the rooms situated on the left of the royal chamber.
The maids introduced themselves as Charlene, Sophie, Anne and Rebecca. The youngest being Rebecca who I assumed to be of the same age as moi , out of the blue began to chat with me.
They all fussed about how I was really beautiful and I also got a little gossip from their own mouths about the crown prince being a carefree, hardworking and compassionate person and how I was to consider myself extra lucky to be his bride.
" Rebecca can I ask you a question?" I inquired from her after the other maids had excused themselves to go select a dress for me to wear this evening
" Yes you may ask, my princess ." She responded while bowing
" Rebecca could you call me, Jasmine and please stop bowing anytime you speak to me."
" Yes please my princ...., I mean Jasmine." She stammered and we both broke off into laughter
" The question is, does the crown prince have any best friend called Abigail?"
She stared right into my face and made a kind gesture to me to hush up
" Why?" I said
" The truth is that he had a best friend called Abigail but she died two months ago and that let the crown prince in a devastated state and for his sake and everyone's own per the King's decree it was forbidden for anyone to speak or mention her name."
I realised that my nightmare could be as a result of her death since it all started two months ago also as the period in which she passed on.
" Why did the King decreed that?"
She double checked our surroundings before she made attempt to speak
" The truth is that the crown prince's best friend, Abigail was murdered in cold blood by a warlock( a higher rank in the wizardry society) right before his eyes and he couldn't do anything but watch in horror as she was pierced in the heart by him. For days the crown prince refused to eat anything or even speak to anyone and he began a journey to distant lands where magic was present in the hopes of finding the warlock but all to no avail since all the cabins he visited which were the alias of the homes of the practitioners of magic had no ties to the warlock. He's still constantly searching for the warlock currently but still hasn't gotten any valuable lead. I wish your presence will make him quit his journeys cos he's always traveling from one village to another without stopping to have a rest, alot of people will agree with me that the prince might just be wasting his time searching for the warlock and could also end up dead." She said breathlessly and stared at me
I was kinda baffled by what she just said and didn't know how to react at the latter part of her when she spoke ill of the prince's search but it seems she and the others cared about his health and want nothing bad befalling him.
" Rebecca, I'm really not sure as to how my presence might affect his decision to embark on his search for the warlock but I'll try my possible best to stop him from embarking on those journeys."
She smiled as I said that and brushed my hair as the other maids put on me a heavy Royal garment for dinner which was a couple of minutes away. I could partly walk in them since I rarely wore heels back at the city and plus the garment tightness was making me feel uneasy. They laughed as I tried to walk around I also laughed at myself cos I looked like a chicken learning how to walk.
The time for dinner approached in the blink of an eye and Rebecca escorted me to the dining room. Words alone can't describe the sight of the room, there was a huge and long dining table set in the middle of the huge room with the entire of the royal family seated, each one doing his or her thing on their phones. The only two who seemed absent were the King and Prince Michael, my husband to be. As I sat that speculating at the sight of the room , there was a loud cry "The King of Manzisha Kingdom is entering the dining room" at once everyone stood up which meant I also had to do same. I craned my neck to watch and I almost ogled at the sight of prince Michael who was walking with the King as they seem to be talking about something.
Prince Michael was clad in a white royal shirt which felt like it was perfectly made for him to accentuate his abs and his small waist with a pair of fitting black trousers to match.
